Kevin Maroney - Warrior's Fall

Disrupted in a battle cry,
I stop to wonder, ponder why,
have I come to the end of my road,
and if so, what are others, toads?

For I am Diaxilus, warrior supreme,
all bow down before me, not excepting kings.
If it all meant nothing, what have I now
except a few post mortem masters to kowtow?

But how, you ask, could I say such drivel,
frozen, as it may seem, in some pointless riddle?
My answer is plain and simple,
because I can't stand a pointless dimple.

Still I am a warrior, true,
and a slayer supreme as well, too,
Yet to ponder in a battle as I've done,
makes me wish the war were won.

All this derelection in misdirection,
drived me mad each brooding day,
while this mead and gold and these wenches
usually stop my mind's natural sway.

They give me drink so I can sleep
in forests dark, so very deep.

Yet now as the battle breaks,
here in my final minute I finally wake....

Kevin Maroney

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