the Warrior stands
Warrior stands in the cold gray waste,
turning His face to the sky.
Wind whips His cloak and stings His face
and softly asks Him, “why?”
“why?” asks the Wind in the Warrior’s ear
and the Warrior answers, “why?”
a tear rolls down from Warrior’s eye
and is dried by the fitful breeze,
but the Pain in Warrior never will die
and His mind will never know ease.
His tear is slain but His Pain will not
and His mind will never know ease.
He thinks of His love and He thinks of His kin
and the wearisome hidden Fate
that He seeks for without and He seeks for within,
but has only earned Him the Hate.
He seeks for the Truth but seeks it in vain,
and It’s only earned Him the Hate.
He looks at the corpse of the Friend by His side
who fell with a soundless cry;
but that Death topped off those of kin and of bride,
and He’s suffered to see them all die.
they say, “He is driven to take them all down,
and He’ll suffer to see them all die.”
by Warrior’s feet the dust is stirred
and is blown away in a breath;
‘tis blown away with nary a word,
and so is Life after Death.
Warrior weeps at the sight of this,
for such is our Life after Death.
with a final cry the Warrior falls,
struck through the heart with His Pain,
and He falls by the side of the man His Friend
and falling so, He is slain.
He falls on the ground with a wretched sob, and falling so, He is slain.
Warrior lies in the cold gray waste
with His face turned up at the sky
Wind sighs around His Death-white face
and softly asks Him, "why?"
"why?" asks the Wind in Warrior's ear,
and the word from His lips is, "why?"
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