The Warrior
By John Meny Gibert [Author Info]As the tears fell down her fair white face,
She saw him,
Her death, in all his dark glory,
He bore down on her,
Like a black wind from under the earth,
His steed, with rolling red eyes and a frothing mouth reared over her,
His sword, like a red fire, filled her vision and was the last thing she saw,
He felt the bite,
As his weapon slit open her tender flesh,
His red eyes glinted blood lust,
And he let out a howl of victory,
In his twisted vision, this was sport,
As she fell gasping onto the dark stone of his world he saw her eyes,
In them was the Sun, Arielan,
His ebony skin seared and he screamed,
In her last moments she had surely won,
And for the first time in his waking memory the warrior turned and fled from the fight,
And galloped back down the dark passages from whence he came,
Back to the safety of hate.
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