The Hero

Holding the sword on one hand
And the necklace on the other,
He has forced your door :
He has not come to beg alms,
He has come to fight
And win over your heart.

Out of the path of Death
He emerges into life,
Attired like a hero :
He will not return with a partial booty,
He will take possession at a time
Of whatever he finds.
He has forced your door.