A Warrior's Sorrow

By: Constance

In the middle of the night,

A cry arose.

A cry so strong,

Something had to be wrong.

The cry came from the Warrior,

Who seemed so strong,

And so certain & true,

Nothing seemed able to hurt her,

For her heart was pouring out to me & you.

And now she was hurting,

Her friend now dead,

She wished that a sword,

Would come down on her head,

Then have the pain that she had now,

All the time wondering,

"How could this happen, how, how, how?"

She is not the Xena,

We used to know.

Happy & glad

And yearning to grow.

But sad & sorrowful,

Short-tempered & depressed,

And a pain inside,

That'll never suppress.

Will our Xena,

Ever be the same?

It depends how long,

She has this pain.