Dark Warrior
A new sun rises – in a blood red sky,
Patiently she waits – for the battle cry.
She sits her horse and awaits the call –
Upon hearing the Raven she will wait no more.
She smells their fear – feels it thick in the air
The morning sun glistens on her midnight hair,
The call reaches her ear – now is the time!
Battle to her, like the taste of fine wine.
Blood on her hands – blood on her face
Dead bodies scattered, all over the place.
Severed limbs and blood and gore –
There is nothing that she craves more.
Screams of agony – reach her ears,
The whimpered cries of men in tears.
She has heard it all before –
Such is a life served in war.
Beheaded, impaled, men sent to their graves –
The life of battle – the Dark Warrior craves.
Fighting in deadly silence, the enemy all she sees,
Euphoric as the battle lust finally breaks free.
© Amanda Lancaster, 2006
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