Warrior Poet

Deadly to his enemies

confusing to his friends

While faithful to his writing

injustice he portends 

Furious in times of war

in peace his vision burns

And past the fray inside his words

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 heaven 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”

(The 1^st Book Of Prayers: February, 2017)