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


But one last wish he prays out loud,

one cry is sent above


“My spear, my pen, my joie de vivre,

I trade all back for love”


(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)

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