The Warrior Poet

Deadly to his enemies,

confusing to his friends

 

While faithful to his writing,

—all justified intent

 

Furious in times of war,

in peace his vision burns

 

But past the fray inside his verse,

a gentler spirit yearns

 

Salvation long then sacrificed,

a fate he can’t deny

 

A cross that’s left for him to bear,

but still his spirit cries

 

Through battles mostly devil sent,

and victories sealed with death

 

This guilt the price he’s had to pay,

now felt with every breath

 

One wish at last he prays out loud,

one cry is sent above

 

“My spear, my pen, my will to live

I trade all back for love”

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)

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