The Warrior Heart

Warrior-Poet was Old,

he’d waged wars within,

and he’d warred on foreign soil.

Muse of Youth, found again.

An Imbalanced Art and Sword,

words flowed, riposte weak,

his body became soft, sore,

words burned, transferred heat.

The Art burned inside, kindled,

the Warrior Heart,

a red glow, coals and embers,

reforge his sword – sharp.

© CGT, 2017.

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