the Warrior

and he was already dying when I reached him
  the look in his eyes bound to the sky

Limitless
ever seeing a future where peaceful dreams exist

  no sweat lay across his brow;
    welcoming the eternal sleep
and he opened his lips, and once issued a warning

  Silent
  far away

                 I could not hear

tender mercies, my ears were shielded
in no hurry as he prepared his final journey
  on his knees on this lonely crag
rough-hewn rock shredding the last vestiges of dignity
  that no man should ever be denied

  A final sigh
in those unforgiven moments of silence
The paragon of peace in a tumultous time
  no wine to sweeten these lips
  A courtship embittered the last clash
lies ever so unmercilessly slow in dying

As corvae overhead watch eagerly for the flow

the skies to the west are dark with promise
Fare ye well, companion - 
make sure they are content
  where you will resting be 
       shall I soon follow   


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