Warrior

Long ago,

there was a warrior.

brave, courageous

you couldn’t find a man mightier.

Well,

it hadn’t been like this always.

Initially,

even at the slightest fright, he’d faze!

Slowly and gradually though,

he started to fight.

Was he good at it?

Oh there wasn’t a better sight!

As time progressed,

his skills and popularity grew.

Soon enough,

he was among the very best few.

At his peak,

he could outweigh thousands alone.

No one would dare come in his way,

when he was in that zone!

But then things took a turn;

he had a fall.

Everyone wrote him off,

said he had lost it all.

He wouldn’t give up so easily though;

he would survive.

He would muster everything in him,

he would completely revive.

Fighter that he was,

he didn’t know how to quit.

He got back into the race,

better equipped, more fit.

He redeemed his pride,

he fought for his honour.

Without that spirit though,

he would have been a goner.

With the same pride and honour then,

he decided to rest his sword.

People would praise him now,

would compare him even to the almighty Lord!

And so he walked into the sunset,

Sun forming a halo over his head.

People talked of the times he won,

he thought of the times he bled.