Warrior OdeA funeral Pyre, wishes and dreams burnt. Not just the warrior, his passions chilled. His loves lost,Sorrows flow from family. The sword rusts, the dance ceased, Her blade rusts and dulls. The shield cracked, and pitted. His ward cooled and gone. The spear warped, never to fly. The chariot's tethers dry and crumble. His charger put to pasture. His home once bright, now dark and depressing.Warrior Ode
long time no pos
