His shining armor covered his most vulnerable
The sharpest blade he carried with him
His thirsty for victory never did he forget

His heart full of compassion he fought all the way
The warrior thought as he fought his thought
His conquer is the sign of victory
Yet his enemy is the only source of his joy

Battle fields were marked
Blood was to be shed
Pain was to be a numbness touch
He would wound and kill

His thought fought his brave heart
The lover in him fought the ego-self
His enemy was his own soulmate
When he faced the enemy he chose his death

The warrior lives
As he died in surrender
The warrior was weak to promote his compassion
The warrior thought to live in her victory