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For Kevin Smith
I whisper your name, o mysterious god.
Four letters, so simple and plain.
You’re force, you’re weapon all covered with blood,
You’re power, anger, and pain.
You were honored and feared, it was long ago,
Your army had swept through the land,
You once were considered unbeatable foe,
But everything comes to an end.
I wonder sometimes what you felt deep inside,
When your plans and your dreams were destroyed.
Did you realize, you’ve accepted as guide
The feelings you’ve tried to avoid?
No matter what happened, you followed your way,
You lived by the rules of the War,
But I have no reason to blame you today,
You aren’t the same anymore.
You’ve changed as the years of fighting passed by…
The mortal had challenged your skill.
You did understand the fear to die
And conquered desire to kill.
Through distant realms of the magical place,
Through years that kept you apart,
You searched for the fateful, familiar face,
You followed your Chosen, your heart.
The moment you thought you succeeded at last
There was one detail that you’ve missed…
The warrior woman you knew in the past
Nowadays doesn’t exist.
You’re only a stranger, adrift and alone,
Forgotten as legends of Greece.
I wish you good luck on your quest for unknown
And hope you will find your peace.