A Warmonger's Quest
Here he comes, the intrepid warrior,
‘victory’ is his second name.
He fears no fear
Even the dark is afraid of him.
No sword is mightier enough
To tremble his audacious steps.
He drives his own destiny
And makes the rules that “rules”.
His mettle has been proved
He’s got the people’s pat.
But amidst the cheering crowd
He feels solitude surrounds him all.
Gazing behind at his journey
He observes blood stains read his path.
Inundated with guilt, he mourns
Another ordeal has just passed.
With the triumph of his body,
It was the ...