The Civilised Warrior

The old warrior supreme, comes to me in a dream

His purpose is not clear, never a word do I hear

Many battles have scarred his ancient face

His people decimated by a civilised race

Civilised ignorance of his spiritual connection

Justifies genocide for civilised protection

Manichaeism is a dangerous view

Standing in the darkness may be the light to you

I'm the son of a Lion, he of an Eagle

Two opposing cultures, both earthly regal

Civility, underdeveloped, our hearts harden

But brothers, yoked through a mystical garden

The odyssey I'm living, on the way to my end

Is somehow directed by my ancient friend

He is waiting for me, for what I don't know

An eagle in heaven, watching the lion below

I'm looking forward to answers, life's not what it seems

But for now I'm content, when he visits my dreams