A searing pain deep in his chest <br />And crimson all around, <br />The once magnificent warrior <br />Now lies still upon the ground; <br /> <br />A single shaft within his grasp <br />Has done the awful deed - <br />A piercing blade has cleft the heart <br />And left him there to bleed; <br /> <br />With clouding eyes and ragged breath <br />A chill cuts to the bone, <br />Although the sun rides high above, <br />His body turns to stone; <br /> <br />No feeling now but wonder <br />At the broken man below - <br />A hollowed-out reflection <br />Of someone he used to know, <br /> <br />Awareness of a blinding light <br />Through eyes that cannot see - <br />A voice so sweetly beckoning, <br />'Come now my son to me'; <br /> <br />A feeling of contentment, <br />Of serenity and love <br />Surrounds the mighty warrior <br />As he lingers high above <br /> <br />The fading once proud body.................... <br />'You must come now, my son - <br />This battle has been finished, <br />There are new wars to be won.'<br /><br />Linda Ori<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/transition-2/
