I know not age, nor weariness, nor defeat.
~
far off a beaten warrior
as seen in a winter mirror
his life a long road to nowhere
no noble quest, no gentle lover
no castle no princess in a tower
and by the path of this beaten warrior
dark thorns abound, no leafy bower
and the rabid black wolf cowers
from the constant defeated anger
the warrior has suffered a year
as for hope, that will never
lighten his burden of error
for the dragon’s fiery terror
he is doomed to endure evermore
and all he prays is to die
to sleep forever more
~
jack collier
jackcollier7@talktalk.net
