The Cold Warrior

A poem, by Brighty
The rain beats into my wounds
And I cry with relief and pain
The storm is here
But it matters not
He is The Cold Warrior
And thanks to him
I am dead
~
I remember the battles
So fierce
So wild
And now I know the reason for his title
He is The Blood Warrior
And thanks to him
I am dead
~
The voices were clear
Now they blur together
As I die right here
Forgeting the rest
He is The Storm Warrior
And thanks to him
I am dead
~
The fire bird was gray
And the ashling was red
They are mashed together
Inside my head
He is The Dark Warrior
And thanks to him
I am dead
~
I have lied too much
The secrets are free
I'm sorry for you
Or that's what I'll say
For I am The Cold Warrior
And thanks to me
You are dead
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