The Warrior

Sword in his hand, fire in his breath

Blood in his nerves, never feared even death

In the name of courage, for the sake of power

To win the world, he waged the war

Sometimes for religion, sometimes for God,

Sometimes he never knew, whom he was fighting for

Sunk in his blood, he fell on the floor

 Before he was crushed, she opened the door

 

 Unseen beauty, unfelt touch

Intense light, never seen as such

His Ears turned deaf, his vision got blurred

She took the warrior, to her beautiful world

The flowers the butterflies, the clouds the skies

The sunset the rainbows, the wind the snows

The birds the bees, the river and the trees

His blood soaked, his wounds healed

Love was her name, she revealed.




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