The Warrior And The Gypsy

The warriors dreams are never sweet
He lies with his eyes open
Afraid to close them
He buries his face in a pillow
An attempt to muffle them
The explosions, the cries of pain
To remove from his vision
The mangled remains
That once were his friend
The bodies of children, of women
Blistered and rotting
Silently he has lived with these demons
Battleing them on his own
Tonight he reached out
And asked the gypsy to stay
To hold him, to battle them together
She wanted to stay, to help him heal
But her own demons took her hand
Led her away in the never-ending dance
And the warrior was left alone

2002


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