The warrior, his armor pierced
And his sword crimson,
Looks about at those who have challenged him
On this field of battle
He eases his once mighty steed forward to survey the aftermath
Of his victory
A tear falls, his heart is torn as he realizes
He too comes closer to death
In the distance another warrior approaches he is alone
He will challenge

He is young and strong, his armor is unshaken, his sword
Glistens in the sun
His steed, with head held high and nostrils flared,
Strains at his warriors firm grip
The old warrior dons his helmet and wipes his time worn sword
Of its past victories
He glimpses a shadow from the corner of his eye,
It has fleeted, he knows,
Still, he will accept the challenge
He is a warrior