If a shield be lowered in battle
When anger and terror reigns,
A man must surely fall.
Behold, the sword lies upon the ground
Alone and afraid,
Death is all that awaits
Shadows in the shield wall.
A warrior no more.
When anger and terror reigns,
A man must surely fall.
Behold, the sword lies upon the ground
Alone and afraid,
Death is all that awaits
Shadows in the shield wall.
A warrior no more.
Once, they talked of love and life
As they loved and lived
Holding hands upon the shore.
She of silken skin and raven tresses
And a butterflies innocence,
His heart was stolen by a goddess
A warrior no more.
As they loved and lived
Holding hands upon the shore.
She of silken skin and raven tresses
And a butterflies innocence,
His heart was stolen by a goddess
A warrior no more.
Now with armour dulled
Blunted blade and scars burnt deep,
Tears flow from the core.
A sword stroke ended his life
On a day of portentous sky,
"Zethera Musa..... I love you'
He is a warrior no more.
A warrior no more.
No more.
Blunted blade and scars burnt deep,
Tears flow from the core.
A sword stroke ended his life
On a day of portentous sky,
"Zethera Musa..... I love you'
He is a warrior no more.
A warrior no more.
No more.
Phil Hall. . April 2017
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