Ancient Warrior

Whispers swirls

Within midnight air

A bite stings my face

 

Icy fingers of death

Stroke pale soft cheeks

A shallow grave

Gives no peace

 

The shadow dances

Lurking in the beyond

Slightly visible

With a misty form

The vanishes, gone

 

Ancient stones

From a tragic time

Mark the spot

Of a warriors decline

 

No fancy marker

Or grand statue

Stands

Only dirt and rocks

Cover this man

 

Earth once covered

With crimson blood

Where wild flowers

Decorate the

Forgotten flood

 

This specter

Dances between

The past and present

Waiting for the girl

With eyes shaped

Like a crescent 

Author's Note

Artwork by david howard Johnson

Reviews

[WhiteWillow]

This piece has a nice rhythm to it, and the words only add to the beauty of the painting. Well done.

[Desert Dreamer]

Your words add so much meaning to the image

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beautiful poem that captures the magic in that picture

[Coyote Poetry]

Amazing artwork and poetry. I like the description and the story in the words.
"No fancy marker
Or grand statue
Stands
Only dirt and rocks
Cover this man"
Thank you for the excellent poem.
Coyote

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

hauntingly beautiful story...........

[KATHY SUE SILLS]

Great vivid story telling, love the imagery!

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

Excellent, poised and almost reminisent of the story 300! well done, good read.

[KAREN]

Excellent job on this poem. The wording and the imagery is awesome!

[Tina Kline]

I really like the story in this, has a nice mystery to it. A very enjoyable poem to read.