A Warrior's Soul

A Warrior's Soul

Where was I, in days gone by, when history was being made?
In days of yore, and long before I embarked on this current charade
Back in time, back through my mind, to other lives and other worlds
Are they real, these things I feel, as my life begins to unfurl?

I was there, by God I swear, when Caesar himself was slain
I watched the knife, as it took his life and ended his devilish reign
I heard his last breath, as it ended in death and he fell to his knee
But unsatisfied, by just one who died, Brutus turned his blade upon me

I fought to kill, on Hastings Hill in the year 1066
The Saxons fell, to the awful hell of the Norman's deadly tricks
As the arrows flew, I did too, for my soul drifted on death's wing
But I was there, the glory I shared, as William was crowned King

Again my soul rose, to fight and battle those who dare stand in my path
To test my mettle, to feel the nettle and the horrific fury of my wrath
And leading us men, into the Bear's den, was Napoleon Bonaparte
And though we froze, the Russians know, we died with a brave heart

And later on, in the cold early dawn of another deadly raid
I watched in awe, the fearsome sights I saw, but I was unafraid
I took the lead, on my trusted steed as the cavalry slashed on through
And though I died, by that fool Custer's side, my legacy only grew

So now here I sit, as I ponder over it, this story that I've sewn
A tale of dreams, of frightful scenes that I've witnessed and known
Beware!! Behold!! As history is retold, the circle completes again
My greatest fight returns each night; Oh God, when will it ever end?

I take each chance, but fail to dance when fate strikes up the band
I am reborn, but I feel the thorn as the rose slips from my hand
A warrior's soul, is black as coal, charred by the horrors of his past
Yet I struggle on, until this life is done searching for peace at last