Poems of Life: Warrior and the Maiden(a dream of Zack)
On a raft that drifts across the river the green lays a fallen warrior, his sword still grasped in his hand. Blood is on his face and smeers his tunic of green. He lays there on the raft waiting for hand of death to take him home. Just before he breathes his last breth a young maiden comes to him clothed in whitest gown. His long dark brown hair is parted from his face. She pulls out the object that almost caused the doom of death. The warrior eyes of brown meet the madians' gem blue eyes. The madian bends over the young warrior her long brown hair creating a curten like effect. The lips of the maiden meet the warrior in a bond that is made of bliss, out of love.
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