Warrior at War

I am a warrior. I am home. I have come back from a war. I was told that I would not have to go back again. I would not have to lead men from the front. I would not have to see them die miserably. I would not have to weep at the sight of my best friends' decapped body. I would not have to spend my nights tending wounds. I would not have to lift a shield or slit a throat.

Alas! I sit here bored trying to find out whatelse I could do. Nothing. Absolutely nothing. I'm a waste. I'm good only at fighting. I'm good only at something I don't want to do. I can't tend vegetables in the field nor can I brew a stew. I can't sell a robe for a dime nor can I weild the square dice. I'm a waste.

I shall therefore, do what I can do the best. I like it or not. I shall go to war. I shall fear not any end. I shall follow and be followed. I shall protect and wound. I shall smite my foes with the greatest might. I shall smear my chest with their blood. I shall dance around their bodies in ecstasy. I shall invite applause for the great things I had done. I shall rise and I shall fall. But I shall never return. Atlast I shall be where I belong.

A warrior at war.