Reality emerges.Harsh,cruel and derogatory.
Love has lost. Evil triumphed.
The warrior lost the battle.
He had no armoury.
Just a dream - the dream of victory.
Mistook foes as friends.
Lost ambition in wine,lust and enjoyment.
The warrior is wounded. Deeply. In body and soul.
Death refuses to take him.
The nasty creature that he is.
Life and death, both, elude him.
To the world, he is a lost warrior.
In his heart, amidst all darkness, there is a little shimmer.
Of regaining the lost paradise.
The penance must begin.
Like a phoenix must the lost warrior rise.