Warriors need warfare it seems:

So it knocks down the pins

Again and again

Till sickness rushes in

A bloody axe is still an axe

Is still death

For what?

Can that fury face the sun

To melt in light and sun

What joy in another world

Beyond our mortal pains

To explore outside the court

Beyond the cocktail parties

Into a changing land of beauty

For light

For light

There is something beyond

That tills the land.