I stand here,
on the eve of a battle,
on a large mountain,
overlooking the valley.
Tomorrow,
I will be leading the charge,
taking people into battle,
my friends into battle,
do I have the right,
to drag souls,
into a lost cause.
Is this battle lost,
before it even starts,
and who already lost?

I don't know if we can win,
we may all die tomorrow,
but if we can make a dent,
a little change,
then could that be
a stepping stone to
something greater,
and will we ever see it?
Will we ever see,
all our hard work pay off?
Or will we never know,
because we died,
in this historical battle.

The sun is now setting,
bathing the valley in red,
and I know
it will be a bloodbath,
and it will take courage
and persistence,
to even attempt to fight,
but until then,
I must watch
the sun set,
with its ****** aura,
and ominous presence,
with a heavy feeling,
deep in the depths of my
stomach,
I stand here,
alone,
ready to fight,
to our obvious end.