A phantom , a warrior , a ghost who walks

Concept : Aashish Pangam

This tale is from a bloody battle of all times
and a fable retold many a times

About a soldier who went to battle as a man
to fight for good , to fight for his clan

He believed in right knew what was wrong
but his enemy was brutal , and battle drew long

He didn't wanna hurt , he didn't wanna kill
surrounded by the enemy he fought with his will

Even though he tried to be human in battle
his enemy was barbaric , nothing in their path was spared , but killed

His bravery his will held him in good stead in the fight
until an arrow pierced his heart out right

He bled , and pain knew no bounds
and through the battle field, his shrieks of pain did rounds

He fell on his knees , and crashed to dust ...
or so thought his enemies that he would .. he must.

Fell dead the man ... and a warrior rose
and chopped the heads off the enemy who even came close

A sword no sharper, a hit never so lethal
for even the heartless enemy felt his hatred , and an experience near fatal

Even as time stood appalled , and mother earth dress in bloody carcass
he became the wall that no enemy would dream to cross

I wish I could remember that day as the triumph of good , and a dark era gone
but I know for sure, that night in battle a honest good man died and a warrior a war machine was born.

-- firebird