Warrior

by: Aubrey Grey

The first time we met, you were a warrior.
You had blood in your hair and a fire in your heart, and war in your eyes.
You saw me and I ended the war.
I set a spark- a collision that replaced that war with stars in your eyes.

However, the next time we met, you quickly changed your heart and tried to destroy mine.
The warrior I met was not as noble as he seemed.
This one tore apart heart strings, and tore down a loving hand.
This one set me on fire.
The last time we met, you were a coward.
You looked away as I spoke of the pain you caused.
You raised your hand at me a final time, and as I made you fall to the ground, I saw the fear in your eyes that you once saw in others.
You looked up with tear-filled eyes as I drew my sword, and led you straight to the gates of Hell.

You were never a true warrior.

I was.