A warrior of might, 
  with sword in hand. 
Decided to clear himself, 
   a piece of peaceful land. 
 
He descended into battle. 
Became a pawn of war, 
  but in his mind was cattle, 
  he realized that life could be more. 
 
His arm was held in might. 
His sword created fear. 
But his mind was not right, 
   he sensed some evil near. 
 
Another warrior stopped and stood alone. 
They watched one another for a moment. 
Their thoughts were of home. 
Each knew what the other's thought meant. 
 
Equal and unique, but enemies. 
Who but they, could understand. 
Two warriors of the same species. 
They shook one another's hand. 
 
Turning their backs to their land's war. 
They walked away to the west and east. 
They had opened and left the door. 
That their pasts were gone,
 mattered not in the least. 
 
Not one bit, 
   they could have more. 
 
~~~niantar~~