The Axe - Poetry
The Axe
I forged this axe from molten steel
Until I found my dream was real
This axe I created was mine to keep
My actions with it I would surely reap
I ran into battle with my head held high
Then I ran across a dying man who looked me in the eye
He cried out to me, “Water dear friend.”
And I simply replied, “I’ll give you a hand.”
I then dropped my axe to help the man
How I could help him, I had no plan
So I told the man, “I can not help you.”
His pale blue eyes looked at me as he said, “You’ve been drinking the devil’s brew.”
As the man faded away from life
His one last wish was for me to bid his love to his wife
Then he slipped away and fell into an eternal rest
With the honor that he gave his best
I stood up without a second thought
And thought, by now I should have fought
I raised my shield and grabbed my axe
My enemies will find I never fight lax
I charged a group of weary soldiers
They all ended up buried under boulders
Blood trickled down my blade
As I hid and rested in the shade
I thought of my actions
I had just defeated an entire faction
My axe had served me well
And with it I never fell
I decided to christen my axe by the name of Fijel
I name it thus in recognition of the man who fell
When I returned to my tribe high and proud
I was welcomed by an overwhelming crowd
That day I was named clan chieftain of our tribe
And villagers soon learned I would not take a bribe
I lead the clan to many victories in my reign
Then I experienced a greater pain
Death
Last edited by Alexmb7; Dec 08, 2005 at 03:50 AM // 03:50..
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