This is one of my very favorite pieces, birthed out of a desire to see integrity where so little often found in this self-absorbed society in which we live.
Let me know what you think,
The Heart Of A Warrior
They rush in like lightning
with each battle cry.
Men drenched with sweat, blood and tears.
Each swearing their allegiance to their king;
just wars or not.
Respect and honor hold them together,
with pistols in hand.
Often found dreaming of another place and time, 'waking up in a comfortable bed with faint giggles in the background, and busy wives in the kitchen.' Forgetting for just a moment a battle that rages on year after year. Now all that's left is dead bodies, a few broken warriors and the smell black powder.
For those who are left behind, know grace is rarely given from a kingdom they must defend until the bitter end; be it victory, death or betrayal.
Unless they be more noble than the rest
they will never find their way home
or be accepted by the throne.
For those are, indeed, the most blessed.
Will their ashes be scattered across a blood stained field?
Or
knighted by an emperor's crown.
Dedicated to all those who do what is right, no matter what the cost.
By Copperpenny
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