A WARRIOR

In the realm where valor blooms,
Amidst the clash of thunderous dooms,
A tapestry of warriors stands tall,
Their souls aflame, ready to brawl.

Born from fire and tempered might,
Their spirits gleam with fervent light,
Each etched with scars of battles past,
Symbols of strength, an iron cast.

Beneath their armor, hearts entwined,
Resolute and noble, unified,
Bound by a code of honor’s thread,
They march ahead, where darkness spreads.

With swords that sing, and shields of might,
They dance amidst the moonlit night,
Their battle cries, a chorus bold,
A symphony of tales untold.

From ancient lands to distant shores,
Their stories echoed evermore,
Defenders of the weak and meek,
Protectors of the dreams they seek.

Warriors of the mind, unbowed,
Seeking truth where others cowed,
Fierce intellect, a weapon keen,
In knowledge’s realm, they reign supreme.

Yet warriors also weep in pain,
Beneath the weight of loss and strain,
Their tears, unspoken words that flow,
A testament to hearts that know.

For even heroes face despair,
Burdened by burdens too heavy to bear,
Yet they rise, resilient and strong,
Their spirits fueled by hope’s sweet song.

In battle’s tempest, they find grace,
Transcending fear, embracing space,
Warriors of compassion’s might,
Healing wounds with love’s pure light.

And when the sun begins to wane,
And shadows cast their haunting reign,
Warriors, tired but unbowed,
Retreat to rest, to mend the shroud.

For in their dreams, a new dawn gleams,
A world where peace becomes their theme,
Where swords are sheathed, and armor rusts,
And love and kindness heal what’s crushed.

So let us honor warriors true,
Whose valor runs in me and you,
May their legacy forever shine,
Guiding us with strength divine.