a warrior's reflection
my sword has gleamed
in the sun
for those who were cast low
some by fate
more by their own design
but there was no one to stand for them
so i stood
and i have bathed
in the roar of the victorious
braced against the jeers
of the disenchanted
but i stood
i have smiled in the eyes
of my enemy
whom i did not hate
yet i slit his throat
while he slept
for he trampled upon those
i was sworn to defend
and when my time comes
i will walk away
and i will be weary
but i will be whole
for at the end of the day
nothing remains
of a warrior
but his honor
(c)2002 Phil Cohen