The Story of A Mighty Warrior

Listen me well, O fellow traveller

For I speak of a tale,

A tale of this broken warrior,

Whose story was lost in gale.

I fought for many years,

Bloody scimitar by my side,

The king I served, became sinful,

Fell prey, to evil and arrogant pride.

The traveller asked, "O mighty warrior,

For what do you cite your story?

I will forget all, not long from now,

And will keep trading ivory."

Listen well my fellow traveler,

I have done something wrong,

Cursed to live until somebody listens,

And forgive me and stand strong.

I will tell you my story,

It will not be long,

Listen and tell me 

What did I do wrong?

I loved the princess, of the empire

For she was fair and beautiful,

Epitome of kindness and justice

Her life yet was very pitiful.

Such a kind soul,

Why should she face such strife?

I confessed to her and took her away,

Thought to live as a peasant for life.

But the God's had something more

The story was yet to end,

My princess gave birth to beautiful boy,

Maybe he was Godsent.

Oneday I heard that my family in city,

Was killed and dragged in town,

I started running with my wife and child,

Thought to protect them from the crown.

Oh what a pity, the king I saved,

He went crazy for his desire

His target of next incest,

Was my wife, the princess of the empire.

Oh what a pity, I went to hunt

Only to return and see 

The body of my wife and child 

Lifeless in the blood sea.

I declared war against the king

I roared and let out my warrior pride

Killing thousands from the army I belonged,

I dashed to the king's side.

I stabbed him again and again,

But the king before he died,

He cursed me that I will live until

Somebody forgives me, stands by my side.

O my fellow traveller, you listened well,

Now, tell me what did I do wrong

Will you forgive my deeds then

Or will I keep living for more long?

The traveller said, "O mighty warrior, 

You were not wrong to seek revenge,

For the way you suffered, your whole life,

Your family was truly avenged.

O fierce warrior, you did but a fatal mistake,

You killed many innocents when,

To protect that fool of a king they died,

Wrongly at your hands then.

Now go and rest in peace

For I forgive your wrongful deed,

Below this open sky, 

In this ancient battlefield.

The warrior then, left the caravan,

Walked towards the field

A gale emerged out of nowhere,

With a smile on his face, he died in the battlefield.