TrueXena's Poetry

 

Site last Updated - May 13, 2006

A Warrior's Spirit

A warrior's spirit is as a flame of magical fire

Within her grasp is victory, her only true desire

To win with honor and a heart that's true

Giving herself, her all, her everything is what she must do

Always making the wrong things right

Keeping her mind in the coldest and darkest of night

The warrior's spirit burns in me

Knowing that, it's what I will always be

To have those things so close in mind

I know too well, love and happiness, I will never truly find

If only for once, I did know of love

But left forsaken, this warrior rose above

Rose above all the hurt, defeat, and pain

Rising back to the call of the warrior's name

A name I will bare until the end of life and welcomed death

Knowing I die a warrior until my last breath

I welcome that day, an end of heart's sorrow

Going on, into that endless tomorrow

For I know One, greater than all

She keeps the recourse of hearts intent, even minute and small

I'll go out this form, this warrior's flesh

Unto the One who grants the greatest rewards after death

For the One is a warrior and great is her name

The One who bestows grace and this warrior's flame

I close this writing with one thing to declare

In spite of it all, a warrior's spirit is an honor to bare.

TrueXena

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