Stillness in the air, a lull,
the air never felt so moist and dull.
No voice, no noise, nor sound, he could hear,
There, he lies on the battlefield, in a pool of blood and fear.
Eyes wide open, staring at the azure sky,
He knows not where he is and why.
Then he saw a white flash of light,
A thought popped up "Am I dead or still alive?"
Slowly he walked through the tunnel, curious about the end,
Reflecting about his past, all the possible amends.
1162 A.D.
Born into a family of Royal blood,
In a kingdom torn apart by strife and feud.
At 6, he held his first sword ever,
Promised, he would protect the Emperor, fail never.
Proud of his son, his father taught him the skills,
Kindled the fire within, awakened the Warrior's will.
With time, he slowly started to surpass his Master,
Rumours spread, "This boy will surpass his own Father."
1178 A.D.
At 16, he was inducted into the Emperor's Royal Army,
Neither did he fear nor did he worry.
His skills were great, but so was his mind,
For a kid his age, he had both foresight and hind.
He was brave and smart, is skills unparalleled and admirable,
Rumours spread, "This boy, one day will succeed his Father as the Army General."
1184 A.D.
At 22, his accomplishments surpassed his age,
Throughout the land, spread his name and fame.
The Emperor's eyes finally fell upon this young lad,
Who surpassed every greatest warrior ever, even his Dad.
Impressed by the kid, the Emperor offered him a job, his Dream,
Which no warrior of his age had even seen.
Became the General of the Emperor's Royal Arm, like none had even been,
And Rumours soon spread, "One day, he will be the greatest warrior, this country or world has ever seen."
1192 A.D.
He fought many a war, for the Emperor,
Always the trusted servant, a true Warrior.
True to the promise, he made to his Father,
At all times, he stood like a rock, by the Emperor.
People sang his glory, far spread his name,
His wise actions, bravery and loyalty spread his fame.
He was the brave jewel, in the Emperor's crown,
A trusted one, who will protect his country, people and his throne.
But the times ahead were gloomy and dark,
For war was brewing among the country's neighbors, the biggest of them all.
The Emperor called upon for the services of his trusted man,
While Rumours spread, "This is the end of the Emperor, their clan."
1193 A.D.
He had led many battles, but this was decisive and grave,
He still was not faltered, standing strong and brave.
The enemy was strong, his army huge and mean,
He thought, "This battle will be gruesome, none like the world has ever seen."
His army looked small and puny,
For the numbers of the enemy were in hundreds, thousands and many.
But a Warrior he was, and his strong will,
Led his army in the war, if death be awaiting may be its god's will.
They fought in day and at night,
But the end did not seem near in sight.
Day 3
He lost many a men and horse,
he lost his archers, their arrows and bows.
The enemy still seemed huge and big,
Already the battlefield had piles of copses, one cannot dig.
Day 5
The battlefield was left with just battered men, piles of corpses,
The Emperor witnessed the battle, the General lost his hopes.
The Army was reduced to a mere handful of brave and tired warriors,
But they still fought, in vain hope to protect their country and Emperor.
Day 7
The battle has been raging for 7 long days,
It was now drenched in blood and graves.
The General still kept moving on ahead,
The war, for him, was not over yet.
Then a spear pierced him from the back,
And 3 more arrows followed the spear's path,
They pierced his eye, back and heart.
He fell from his horse, with a loud thud,
And the Emperor's hopes came to an end.
The Army was defeated, the War was lost,
Inspite his brave warriors, till the end, fought.
There he lay, in his pool of blood,
Hearing impaired, vision blurred.
Staring at the blue, azure sky, a smile,
Flashed across his lips, for he had lived a good life.
A genius he was, a Warrior by birth,
Even he could not escape and cheat death.
For he lay there, dead and still,
The war brought an end to his life, his fierce Will.
The Rumours came true, the war came to an end,
The clan of warriors, lost and met their end.
This was the legend of a warrior, a forgotten story,
Such was his name, fame and glory.
- Vivek
