Lone Warrior

Legend tells of a man A warrior without a name On the path that he walked There was no beauty to behold On a cold and starry night Amidst trees in an old forest he stood Crying out his longing to the winds Cursing the gods up high A lone warrior he was His heart destined to break Memories of gruesome deeds Embedded into his mind Longing for the infinite sea He would rush to the shores But nothing could satisfy The desire deep in his soul His sword cut down many men No living foe was beyond his skill Yet mighty though he was He could not quell the conflict within A lone warrior he was His faith bound to falter Memories of gruesome deeds Embedded into his mind Longing for the infinite sea He would rush to the shores But nothing could satisfy The desire deep in his soul Days turned into months As he waited for salvation Though it would never come Months turned into years No one could save His poor lonely soul Legend tells of a man A warrior without a name Who led a life of the sword And left behind him a bloody trail Standing now a faithless man He had invoked the wrath of the gods He recklessly went to fight a losing battle The battle that would finally claim his life A lone warrior he was His heart destined to break Memories of gruesome deeds Embedded into his mind He lived a life of the sword And as a warrior he would die Slain on the field of battle That was his sad fate

Submitted by Nargaroth — Nov 17, 2025