Enters the warrior
Armed with knowledge
Prepared to sledge
Demons called 'QUERIES'
Takes his ground
No sound
Holds his weapon
Sharp as a bayonet
Battle begins
Demons unfamiliar
Beseiged and overpowered
Ahead moves the warrior.....
One on one
Raising his weapon
Conquers a demon
Stains with ink
But begins to sink
Robust and strong
Another makes it way
Battles too long
Ahead moves the warrior.....
Memory begins to fade
Demons all prepared
Flurry of words
Ahead moves the warrior.....
Conquering four
Remains one more
Falling to his ground
Yet another round
Loosing his grip
Demon begins to whip
Fortune and victory ahead
Some more ink to shed
Fear and revenge
Battle to end
Demon draws near
Warrior not to pretend
Now resilient
With knowledge to fend
Kissing victory with ink
Raises his weapon
Stands on his ground
Ahead moves the warrior......
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem