The Silver Warrior

His silver sword gleamed
as the warrior drew back to strike
he kept it silver clean
for he did not want to fight
although battle is his life
he'd much rather be with child and wife
Yet he lies in the cold dark night
married but to a silver knife
The warrior battles hard
but his heart will never win
for when his sword comes down
it comes down on a childhood friend
and in this bitter twilight
there is little hope
and easy thoughts of how a life could end
dangling from a rope
With his vision no longer clear
the warrior turns to the past
to memories of the life he spent
and of the life that did not last
waking from his daze
he sees his sword is drawn
and the friend that stood before him
is now forever gone
and so the warrior subsides
his blade once more is clean
he walks into the sunset
as his silver armor gleams.


Crowe