I see his tired,worn,and working face His weariness of eyes,beyond most men Upon an empty, ink-smudged brow..his trials leave no trace Till I begin... To see gashes flood past,..and fill in Deepest of scars, with blood, fast,..and then As my intuition glimpses his pain, it yields, Both trodden & unproclaimed, fences and battle-fields Where only the mind may claim victory to win Clearly, a Warrior.. Honor, both shield & blade, with which to defend... And brave true wars & dragons..there beneath his skin
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