The WARRIORS' PRAYER

Where did the simple days go?
when I was tied by bonds
supposedly unbreakable,
to servitude of honor.
Battle then was nothing other
than competitive leisure.

Then came the horrors.
Disaster arriving unlooked for
as we were plunged into long war.
Ever the brave soldier,
I stood tall in the service
of my revered and gallant Master.

Skilled in arms I was,
often I was at the forefront
of ever increasing violent battles,
snatching victory perilously
from the indignity of defeat,
thus I won renown.

More than renown was needed,
alas, to save us,
for the enemy was relentless.
At each narrow victory,
we soon crashed to defeat,
followed again by further loss.

Then came the fateful day.
In one mass, crushing swoop,
the enemy evilly struck,
hacking and hewing our Master
as he slept in camp,
exhausted from the day’s campaign.

It fell upon my weary shoulders,
as Champion of our armies,
to take up the seat of leadership,
but we are so very few, numbers fallen,
gleaming gems amidst the dark rock of our foe.
Our final defeat may be close at hand.

Thus, I turn to you at last,
oh great Dragon Lord,
protector of my people.
In these last, desperate days,
I beseech thee,
heed the words of your humble warrior servant.

Walk amongst us now,
as you did in days of old.
Deliver us from our adversaries,
‘ere we fall into extinction.
I bow to you now, Lord,
in reverence of you, our Savior.

I await now your answer,
though I am exhausted,
and our time is running short……

Poem by GUSLAYALABOS