You could be a great warrior,

and never harm a soul,

but save many,

if only you and compassion

become great lovers,

you can be a great foot soldier,

on a beautiful steed,

walking through angry and fearful armies,

all around you,

going mad

shouting at one another in confusion,

falling in awful pain and sorrow and fear.

You could rush through the great battlefield,

carrying your heart through the world,

like a great silver sword,

if only you and generosity

became the most passionate lovers.

You could be a great warrior,

a great horseman,

carrying your heart through the world,

like a beautiful banner,

freeing every soul you touched.