Warrior

the thundering hooves

boom like mighty thunder,

ponies of war

scream out their cries of rage,

closer they come,

louder they scream,

the sound becoming deafening,

even the mightiest creatures

run in fear from their great

and terrible power;

like lightning

they strike down the enemy,

laying waste

to whatever moves,

destroying

all that lives;

with cold, sullen eyes,

the warrior stares at the broken bodies

which once were men,

he takes no pleasure

in death,

only in the sweetness

of survival,

in the warmth

of another breath;

from the early morning mist

he rises,

his eyes have seen the coming

of a new day,

his heart has known the joy

of another battle,

proudly he stretches forth

his scarred and bloody hands,

giving thanks

to the creator

for all things,

good and bad.

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