Tension rising, pressure building Battle looming, breathing struggling Armour dented, helmet cracked Sword chipped, shield busted Alone surrounded, soul wounded Foes taunting, vultures circling
Climbing the valley wall I push through the miasma Climbing higher the wind tries to tear me off I reach for the next hold Climbing further the rain makes the rocks slippery I grip tighter Climbing on the lightening blasts the rocks from my hand I push on Above the storm it’s still dark No…
Night has come again I Survived another day Perhaps tomorrow A chance for glory And the Valkyries will call me home
Empty crate empty bowl Empty place empty heart All that’s left is your hair To cherish your memory in my chair
Where does the Warrior go?