Steel and Faith

A cycle of poems «Your Wounds Are Deep»

In the cradle of mountains, where the wild winds wail, 
A warrior stood strong, with a heart that would not fail. 
His armor gleamed like starlight, forged in battles past, 
With every swing of his sword, he carved his name to last. 

Oh, steel and faith, my only friends, 
In the darkest of nights, where the sorrow never ends. 
I fought for my people, for honor and grace, 
But the price of this journey has left its trace. 

He marched through the valleys, where shadows whispered low, 
With a fire in his spirit, and a love he’d never show. 
For in the heart of a warrior, lies a burden so deep, 
A promise made to the fallen, a vow he could not keep. 

Oh, steel and faith, my only friends, 
In the darkest of nights, where the sorrow never ends. 
I fought for my people, for honor and grace, 
But the price of this journey has left its trace. 

Through the clash of swords and the cries of despair, 
He felt the weight of the world, a cross he had to bear. 
Each life that he took, each brother that fell, 
Echoed in silence, a haunting farewell. 

As the sun dipped low on that fateful day, 
The ground soaked in sorrow as hope slipped away. 
With his last breath he whispered, “Forgive me my kin,” 
For the battles we fought were the wars deep within. 

Oh, steel and faith, my only friends, 
In the darkest of nights, where the sorrow never ends. 
I fought for my people, for honor and grace, 
But the price of this journey has left its trace. 

Now he rests in the silence, beneath ancient trees, 
A warrior's spirit carried on the whispering breeze. 
For in every tale told by the fireside's glow, 
Lives the heart of a warrior, forever aglow. 

Oh, steel and faith, though you fade from my sight, 
In the heart of a warrior, you’ll burn ever bright.