ANGINA...........

“Some for the mountains, others the skies aim,
But I belong to the heavens…”
Roared the warrior as his blade
Sank into the enemy’s heart.

The warrior, born to win every battle,
Intoxicated with pride,
Puffed up with confidence
Rode home in the rainy night.

Behold her, a petite one,
Along the road stood
Shivering in the rains,
Yearning for love and touch…

Warrior’s heart melted at sight,
Wished to give warmth
Took her on horseback...
Sunrise at horizon saw she…

“What thy name thou sweet one,
Why in rain, why in misery?”
“Angina my name, lost the way
A companion none to me.”

She held him tight, a new day dawned,
For her life has changed forever...
Warrior had love to give and warmth too
His life a new meaning was found.

To home to his love took her,
His love waiting for her life...
Surprised at the new companion
The omens whispered tragedy.

Angina and warrior complemented well,
They joked and laughed and cried,
To his battles, to his wars she his shadow,
Lone spectator his love, withering away in tears.

Combat moves, she made it second nature,
His student progressed, he taught her all,
As the sun prepared to set,
His shadow grew bigger than him.

The warrior’s life ruffled with choices,
His love always in heart, but
His heart longed for angina,
The greatest battle
Is the battle within…

Choice he made, for his love was too close,
From Angina he distanced…
Cracks eternal in bond of passion
Angina’s pain was unnoticed, unchecked..

Bloody red the sun that day, air smelt decay
On the verge of victory, behold, a stab from behind,
Warrior turned and saw his shadow,
Angina with bloodshot eyes
Her dagger dripping with his blood.
Embers of a fire long ago, smoked away into oblivion

He fell, first time in life,
Wounded by one so beloved,
He rose to fight
But his sword wouldn’t rise.

Severe blows were thrashed,
Shielding he did to survive,
But his weakness known too well,
Greatest friend is the deadliest foe.

“Kill her, thou great warrior,
Why don’t you pain, aren’t thee male enough,”
Shouted his fellowmen,
But his sword still wouldn’t rise.

Cleaned his wounds did she, his love
In silence tried to heal him
Helpless she stood, for wounds too deep.
Wept alone she for the omens were right

Her pain no stranger was he,
Wounded, he cannot console her,
He was helpless, first time in life,
“Do I really belong to the heavens?”

He closed his eyes and opened
To a world shattered,
Everything lost, his rank, his sword but not his love
Together they picked up the pieces shattered.

He forged his sword in the mines of solitude,
Sharpened his arrows on the grindstones of fortitude,
Though scars still visible, he took the road to conquest
For he belonged not to the lands but to the heavens