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Warrior,Poet,Liar, Lover

(first poem)

The warrior stood alone upon
   the feild of blood and sand.
He proudly noted all the men who'd gone,
   by the cutlass in his hand.

The poet joined him then,
   before the sun lay down to bed.
He came to write about the men,
   but wept o'er them instead.

And the liar was there,too,
   as the darkness came.
There was much for him to do,
   assigning all the blame.

The lover was the last one there,
   and the moon rose high above.
But he wanted to be home, where,
   he'd left the one he loved.

The four of them looked down the lane
   then they began to run.
When the four were home again,
   the four of them were one.

                    -- T.F. Ragsdale