my world

Thursday, 30 July 2015

The Warrior

Tired eyes rested upon
the unlocked wooden door
Scents slowly withered away
in counting hours to days
Holy chorus changed into
whines of mercy to Lord 
For the war declared won
but The Warrior didn't return
Posted by Unknown at 09:49 No comments:
Email ThisBlogThis!Share to XShare to FacebookShare to Pinterest
Labels: dead, death, life, nature, poem, poetry, prayer, war, warrior, world
Newer Posts Older Posts Home
Subscribe to: Posts (Atom)

Blog Archive

  • ►  2017 (2)
    • ►  June (1)
    • ►  February (1)
  • ►  2016 (16)
    • ►  November (1)
    • ►  October (1)
    • ►  September (1)
    • ►  August (1)
    • ►  July (1)
    • ►  June (1)
    • ►  May (1)
    • ►  April (5)
    • ►  March (2)
    • ►  February (1)
    • ►  January (1)
  • ▼  2015 (9)
    • ►  December (2)
    • ►  November (1)
    • ▼  July (1)
      • The Warrior
    • ►  June (1)
    • ►  May (1)
    • ►  April (1)
    • ►  February (1)
    • ►  January (1)
  • ►  2014 (31)
    • ►  November (1)
    • ►  October (1)
    • ►  September (4)
    • ►  August (4)
    • ►  July (2)
    • ►  June (3)
    • ►  May (3)
    • ►  April (6)
    • ►  March (3)
    • ►  February (2)
    • ►  January (2)
  • ►  2013 (13)
    • ►  December (1)
    • ►  November (3)
    • ►  October (3)
    • ►  September (2)
    • ►  August (4)

About Me

Unknown
View my complete profile
Awesome Inc. theme. Powered by Blogger.