Heavy Tread of a Warrior

A cycle of poems «Warrior Won't Hurt a Child»

Dust clouds rising, sun bleeds red
Across the plains, a heavy tread
He walks alone, a silhouette
A warrior's heart, no turning back yet

Heavy tread, a rhythm of war
Echoes of battles, forevermore
Heavy tread, on blood-soaked ground
A legend forged, where death is found

Armor scarred, a testament bold
To countless stories yet untold
Eyes of steel, reflecting the fight
Burning with fury, day and through night

Heavy tread, a rhythm of war
Echoes of battles, forevermore
Heavy tread, on blood-soaked ground
A legend forged, where death is found

Bowed and broken, he's risen again
Fueled by vengeance, a fiery rain
No surrender, no compromise made
On the path of fury, a grim parade

The drums are pounding, a heartbeat near
The final conflict, dispelling all fear
With a roar unleashed, a powerful cry
He charges forward, beneath the blood sky

Heavy tread, a rhythm of war
Echoes of battles, forevermore
Heavy tread, on blood-soaked ground
A legend forged, where death is found

Heavy tread, fading in the mist
A hero's journey, forever kissed
By the winds of glory, and whispers of might
Heavy tread, in the fading light.
Heavy tread... gone in the night.