A man of war
and
grizzled veteran
living life
on battlefields
making
ends
meet
as
he clashes
without restraint
without honor
without pride

why?
a knight asks him
the night before a battle

he doesn't answer
but only draws his sword
to sharpen and polish
the knight doesn't see
that
the man of war
sails the seas
and waves
of blood and hate
by clinging tightly to his sword
he cleaves
through honor
and pride
without restraint

His sword soaked
in vanity
harrowed eyes
in beheaded
heads
who proclaim
they are men of virtue
moments before their death

No he does not speak
this man is not made of words
his dreams
made of screams
Restless
is what
peacefull means

He dreams
of eternal sleep
but he
defies the God of death

"How many men am I worth?
How many will you send?
How many men will you take
for me to meet my end?"

He mumbles to himself.