A warriors Prayer

Though my eyes are heavy,

the vision remains clear,

Though my stomach twists from hunger,

I feed off glory and victory,

Though my feet ache from 10,000 steps,

I trek onward 10,000 more,

Although the people bekon me to cease,

Forgive them I must, for they do not know tis life or death,

Honor awaits those lest the day is conquered,

By Ezekiel Xander