Warrior Spirit

 

Warrior Spirit
 
The great warrior bowed.
 
His eyes fell
upon a drifting reflection
carrying forth his spirit.
 
In the laughing water
he saw a face
visited by crows.
 
Parched lips
were whispering
final... eternal... truths...
 
Unknowable mysteries,
like balancing prayers
being carried upon the wind,
breathing life
into the crimson fire
of the night.
 
Bathed in embers,
life lines let go their final grasp
on staff and shield.
 
The great warrior spirit
embraced the sparks
as they danced skyward...
 
carrying forth forever
the ways of his people.
 
The brightest star,
like a beacon
guiding the way
 
was a portal in the night...
to the beautiful unknown.

 
 

    
 

    
 

I read this poem at the Talent Poetry open mic on 12/11/14
A list of my open mic poetry readings is here "Open Mic" 


Line count: 29 lines
Form: Free verse
Written for N.A. First Peoples' Form Poetry Contest  Due 11:59pm WDC time December 8th.
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N.A. First Peoples' Form Poetry Contest  (13+) Native American First Peoples' Monthly Form Poetry Contest - On Summer Hiatus #1646470 by ShelleyA~15 years at WDC