Warrior

He is bound to his honor

They call him a hero but in the midst of battle death is what consumes him

He breathes the rotting stench on the battle field

He sees the carnage wasteland that lay before him

He hears the screams of those dying in agony

They call him a great warrior and have feasts in his name

They praise him for his noble deeds

War does not make him great

Every time his eyes are closed he sees the faces of those who drew their final breath upon his sword

He envisions the families that lost Father, Husbands and Sons

He is a killer, a cold blooded monster

His acts shall never be forgiven

His sins will forever torment him

How could he be a hero when life is what he destroys

How could he ever save a life

The day he saves a life will be the day his own is taken

Only then will others live because of what he has done

For him there will be no more war

No more fighting

No more death

No more pain

And in this way he will live on forever

As a legend

As a man

Who died for something he could not live for