The Lost Warrior
Behind chainmail armour fixed to the warrior’s shoulders
A once roaring heart now but sadly smoulders.
Spurred by ambition and youthful exuberance
Stars no longer light his path with their brilliant luminance.
The twinkle in the warrior’s eye
Was sparked in fact by a well-told lie.
And the trusted compass hanging beneath his bearded chin
Found not to be precious metal instead cheap brittle tin.
Ragged pocket map neither of his creation
Now midway through a journey devoid of destination.
Halfway to heaven and closer to hell
How could it be so far from grace that the warrior fell.
His body bears the scars from those he buried in the soil
And opponents he crossed swords with whose attacks he failed to foil.
The song in his heart has gone quiet and still
Once glorious battle no longer induces the same bloodcurdling thrill.
Delusions of grandeur have long run their course
He still screams his battle cries yet they are forced.
