Warrior s Heart

A cycle of poems «Your Wounds Are Deep»

In the twilight of legends, where the shadows creep, 
A warrior stood alone, with promises to keep. 
His hands were stained with battle, his soul a heavy stone, 
For every victory won, a piece of him was blown. 

Oh, warrior’s heart, so fierce and bold, 
You’ve fought through the ages, your story unfolds. 
But the price of your courage, the weight of your scars, 
Is a burden you carry beneath the cold stars. 

In the fields of the fallen, where the lost dreams lay, 
He heard the cries of his brothers, echoing through the fray. 
Each clash of steel a memory, each breath a silent plea, 
For the love that he cherished, for the home he’d never see. 

Oh, warrior’s heart, so fierce and bold, 
You’ve fought through the ages, your story unfolds. 
But the price of your courage, the weight of your scars, 
Is a burden you carry beneath the cold stars. 

With every dawn that broke, a new battle would rise, 
Yet in the depths of his spirit, he could feel the goodbyes. 
For the laughter of children, and the warmth of a hand, 
Were ghosts in his memory, like grains of shifting sand. 

As the sun set on glory, and darkness took its hold, 
He fell to his knees, his heart turned to gold. 
In the silence of twilight, he whispered a prayer, 
For those he had lost, for the love left in despair. 

Oh, warrior’s heart, so fierce and bold, 
You’ve fought through the ages, your story unfolds. 
But the price of your courage, the weight of your scars, 
Is a burden you carry beneath the cold stars. 

Now he walks with the ancients, in a realm far away, 
Where battles are forgotten and peace holds sway. 
But in every tale told by the fireside's glow, 
Lives the heart of a warrior, forever aglow. 

Oh, warrior’s heart, though your journey is done, 
Your spirit will linger with the setting sun. 
In the songs of the bards and the whispers of night, 
You’ll forever be honored in eternal light.