<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=428439" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Wallaces Warrior</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Early mornings crisp cool sun illuminates the enemies Armour<br>His stallions breaths jars the air with snorts of deep anticipation<br>Thoughts race between victory, defeat, life and finality of death<br>Survive, <br>Thrive<br>The moment is nigh<br>Heart beat strong<br>Mind race fast<br>Remember everything<br>Forget nothing<br>Flags pushed by a forceful wind whip his nerves of excitement</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Silence</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The warrior scream<br>The surge is as waves eroding the shore of bounteous green<br>Thunderous thighs pound beneath quivering forelocks<br>Cool air exhaled rushes past and is left<br>Past tense<br>Breath</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Eyes to the left<br>Raging eyes pierce from pale blue paint as scarlet screams<br>The thunder rolls, swords glisten as enticing Sirens<br>Contact, a force filled clash of wills and minds plus strength<br>Clashing swords, ideas beliefs blood plus guts and gore<br>Dust is kicked and raises past falling victims<br>Thuds as spuds in sacks<br>(Land) <br>Is what it all is for<br>Face down awkward or upon the broken backs</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No time to realise that one who falls is he<br>Who thought and fought with all his will for all his life<br>And now just leave him be...</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Karen+Sinclair">Karen Sinclair</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=428439" data-title="Wallaces Warrior de Karen Sinclair" data-description="Early mornings crisp cool sun illuminates the enemies Armour His stallions breaths jars the air with snorts of deep anticipation Thoughts race between victory, defeat, life and finality of death Survive, Thrive The moment is nigh Heart beat stron..."></div> </div> </div>

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