Traveler's Requiem [Poetry]

Warning of a Broken Warrior

Did the stars perhaps once shine with thy name too?

Oh broken warrior wounded by time's blood true,

Did they not sing thy name once loud,

Proud to call thou their successor unbowed?

Perhaps thy found thyself faced with expiry,

Unable to go on without inquiry,

As if the last score was a sweven of night,

The stars shading your Sabbath plight.

Oh broken warrior of the longing night,

Dost thou repent for the slaying of that wight,

Forsooth the year now has been but seven,

Yet thy visits to God's acre may not lead thee to heaven.

Fie! Thou cannot in this way forfend Hell,

Woe is my path that knows thine parallel,

Thy enemy is thyself to smite,

Penance is the broken's self rite.

Oh broken warrior wounded by time's blood true,

Release thy varlet self with an adieu,

Ride on to the end of whence the moon's wing ends,

Then let thy laurel to the earth's bends.

So shall thou my great warrior be released,

Welkin's tent is where thy sorrows will be least,

Heed my words to the end of thy charcoal grave,

The stars will serve as thy heavenly save.