An axe.
A sword.
The horse
He rode.

A bow.
An arrow.
His heart
of sorrow.

His armour
and shield
in the
battlefield.

That loss of
breath.
His comrade's
death.

Weapons did
clash.
Decisions were
rash.

Heavy was His
head
with all the
bloodshed.

Years were
spent
till the war's
end.

He returned finally
to his love.
Looked towards the sky
there flew a dove.