An army was coming at me
I stood there ready to brave it
Don't mistake it for fearlessness
That is for the weak of mind

Steeling my nerves
Finding a proper foothold
Focusing on the onslaught
I stood there ready to brave it

And then it hit me with all its force
Hard it was
To not give up
To not succumb

A cut here a stab there
Pain seared through my being
I was assured of my evanescent existence
As the battle axe rushed up to my throat