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A Warrior Returns

The dust blows thick on the Plains of Gor
And the sky is tinged with grey,
In the distance, you hear a rumbling roar
And wonder what comes your way.
..............

The creaking sound of a wagon wheel
The scent of bosk in the air,
Your hand closes over hardened steel
Calloused from use and wear.
..............

You have travelled far, and now return
To the land that saw your birth
Your eyes are hard and your face is stern
As you adjust your kaiila's girth.
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With a shout of joy you quickly ride
To the Tuchuk wagon train
Your heart is strong, and full of pride
Though your eyes are dark with pain.
.............

Voices are raised as you draw near,
Faces from out of your past
Men you call brother, loudly cheer
A Warrior, Home at last.
.............

chrisy{JZ}  17 September 1998
Dedicated to Master Ronin {Tuchuk Warrior}

- Song of a Taluna - Nejta of Tysaria


Along the windswept plains of the Barrens, I watched you

Weak moonlight filtering down, glinting along raven locks.

You stood alone, as oft you are.

Powerful thick muscles, citadel of towering force

Standing, alone, watching the night move.

And I, watching you.


Deep foliage of the tree line hid my eyes from yours,

Wind carried the scent of me away from you,

Mingled the sound of my breathing in its swirling gusts.

All nature bid my silence, closeted and secret.

Well had I learned to stalk silently through the forests.

Away from the eyes of Warriors, away from the eyes of you.


I watched as you drew your sword, arced it through the air,

Piercing slices of silvered steel, singing in the night.

Arms effortlessly wielding the heavy blade,

Caressing the wind with peril and steel.

Thrusting, stabbing, each movement exact, precise.

I watched the dance of a Warrior.


Abruptly you stopped, your grey eyes shifting to the trees.

I did not move, my heart surging, realizing the subtle turn of the wind.

Intense eyes moved, then paused, inscrutable in their gaze.

I knew your awareness of me through my shield of tangled vines and leaves,

Prepared to flee, to melt back into the embrace of the forest, my body tensed.

Then you laughed, the sound challenging, confident, proud.


I watched as you sheathed your blade with a quick snap of wrist,

Then, you nodded your head toward me and turned.

In long strides you moved with astounding agility,

Away from me. Across the empty plains, disappearing into the darkeness.

I watched, part of me aching to follow, to feel your power, to know of you.

Yet, the freedom of the forest wrapped around me. I remained. Alone.


Copyright July 1998 - Nejta