A poem about a warrior encountering an enemy, but in the moment of truth, undergoes an inner struggle.


Foe

Moonlight shadows
Casting over the mountain peaks
He draws his bow
Ready for the next kill
His resolve firm
Ready for the next kill
His hand steady
Ready for the next kill
His mind focused
Ready for the next kill


The kill moves
His sight diluted
A child
Young, beautiful, innocent
Not ready for the next kill
Too innocent
Not ready for the next kill
Compassionate soul
Not ready for the next kill
Heavy in the heart
Not ready for the next kill


His enemy sighted
His blood pumping
He strings his bow
He sights the child
Ready, but unwilling
Weighing the consequences
Considering fate
The hate he feels, the guilt he'll suffer
The pain they'll feel, much worse than any he could inflict
To tear away the love
To tear away the joy
To rip away the bliss
His enemy sighted, his bow strung, his hand ready...
His enemy?





Poetry by Xuxa
Read 801 times
Written on 2006-09-04 at 22:53

Tags Struggle  War  Confused 

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