The warrior:

Holster the sabre,
Put away the armour,
Turn away and leave, never to return,
The end has come, you are yet to learn.

The warrior of old, once pious and celebrated,
Life’s sword failed where destiny’s beautiful eyes penetrated,
The lone wanderer, now reduced by love’s glance,
If only he was strong enough to seize the opportunity, the chance.

The perils of the deserts sun and winters chilling air,
Could not affect him, he was safeguarded from all despair,
Until he entered the house of his assassin,
Overwhelmed by the beauty and intellect of the one he was pursuing.

Now he must hang up his arsenal, he lowers his head in shame,
He has realised his defeat to destiny,
Broken,
He carries but a memory and a name.