Written Script

AIN; the legendary warrior of the woods,
Lay wounded in the muck by the river bank.
His body carried many a scar,
Warm blood trickled out of his open wounds.

Each painful breath blew away some dust.
The shooting pain made everything numb.
He lay there, smelling the sweet soft soil,
Thinking he is soon going to be a part of it.

With great pain he looked towards Heaven,
Gasping aloud, “Is this my script’?
Then there was lightning, thunder rumbled in the distance.
The wind whistled through the trees

Droplets from heaven gently caressed the warrior.
The storm grew harder, the river got restless.
The pain heightened his awareness, arousing some fear.
The darkness seemed all encompassing.

Then rays of light journeyed to Earth.
AIN – The Warrior, managed a wry smile.
He knew his Maker had answered.
Destiny demanded a new victory tomorrow.