He wears defeat as a cloak
as he strolls about aimlessly.
The sword at his side
inspiring no fear
or even a sense of pride.
No. This warrior, as he was
is now no more than a patriot
without a cause or homeland.
He has lost all passion
and heart in a quest forgotten.
His purpose, beyond his mind’s reach,
nags at his subconscious
its rejection of him, a painful lance in his side.
What has become of him?
once mighty and respected...
now despised and dejected.
and why?
because he made a mistake.
one that he’ll rue for the rest of his life.
Where art thou oh warrior deep within?
Surface, I beg of you!
let not my
hero of childhood lullabies
fade to but a whisper upon the breeze.
©G. Hermens, 21-12-2011.
as he strolls about aimlessly.
The sword at his side
inspiring no fear
or even a sense of pride.
No. This warrior, as he was
is now no more than a patriot
without a cause or homeland.
He has lost all passion
and heart in a quest forgotten.
His purpose, beyond his mind’s reach,
nags at his subconscious
its rejection of him, a painful lance in his side.
What has become of him?
once mighty and respected...
now despised and dejected.
and why?
because he made a mistake.
one that he’ll rue for the rest of his life.
Where art thou oh warrior deep within?
Surface, I beg of you!
let not my
hero of childhood lullabies
fade to but a whisper upon the breeze.
©G. Hermens, 21-12-2011.