Finding the Warrior's Way

[Roseofthorns]

Finding the Warrior's Way

Thunder clashes in the moonlit night
Revealing a face contorted in fright
Beside him in a ragged hollow
Was the only friend that would follow

Alone they tranced across the lake
Waiting for the silence to break
Alas, no hope for their dire struggle
The hurt inside had begun to bubble

Together they walked on and on
Moving like a like a lifeless pawn
Striding on against the brutal wind
Knowing no chance to ever win

They continued on without looking back
In hopes their hearts would be back on track
Wishing to speak and admit that they felt that way
Until that ill-fated day the man's friend ran away

He looked high and low
And he ran to and fro
Yet no trace of her could he find

He turned away, and fell to the earth
Desperately clutching at the broken turf..
He felt his face grow warm and moist
And wished he could here a soft sweet voice

Broken and alone he stood and watched
The forest ablaze, smoking and blotched.
Shrieks rang forth in a distant cave
"Oh fairest maiden, shall thee not be saved?"

The shard of man hopped to his feet
Drew his sword from its leathery sheathe
And bounded through the blazing meadow,
As swift as day, and as cold as night

He readied himself for whatever he may find
Be it a dragon, or a trap made of well design.
Though he arrived to find nothing, just and empty hole
Almost as dark, and cold as his dying soul

"Whatever was ere, hath left or died,
Wherever is the maiden who cried?
Hath she left for yonder shore?
Or hath she been killed like my friend before?"

The questions formed rapidly in his mind,
Where is the maiden he should find?
The answer was his before he knew at last
To find her he would have to visit his past..

So down he went through the flaming hills
Out of the forest to the churning mills.
Past the cities and towns of old
Regaining his strength, feeling bold.

He returned to the city of which he was born
And found his name was lost, forlorn
Again he heard the screams of the maiden
Once again his heart of pain was laden

He kept on roaming through the town
Till close he came, then he lept and bound!
"I shant turn back now, I shall do what I must!
I shall save the O Maiden, or mine bones shall be dust!"

And brave he was now, that pittiful fool
Disregarding his gut, and mind of all tools.
Perhaps he was right in ignoring his Sires
For rescue her he did, leaving the town on fire!

Happily he did live, from that day on
Knowing no pain for it had all gone
He smiled to the setting sun
Waved his sword, it had all been fun

And strode of with the maiden under the stars
With her he stayed, equal in pars
Singing out to the moonlit sky
They laid together, never again to cry.