Matthias Pantaleon

Freshman - 530 Points (August 24,1984 / Oronija Island, Nigeria)

The War Lord - Poem by Matthias Pantaleon

The Warrior took a deep cut
Archer and spear
Couldn’t pierce his strength
The pain gives him courage
How can he stop
When the battle is fierce
And the medics displaced
He carries on
Blood stood in his eyes
Like tears in the sun
He fought like a Roman
Then slowly his strength drops
Enemies wouldn’t draw a sword
For his might was extra ordinary
The world spins
Hands tremble and his grip
Lost hold of the sword
A warrior has fallen
Clouds gathered
And the rainbow was without a colour
Soldiers mourn
Rivalry seized
Words were sent to the king
Alas, his mother received a rose
But how many roses can replace a son

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 3, 2013

Poem Edited: Wednesday, March 26, 2014

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