Broken, tired, and ******.
Staggering from the heat,
His armor dented and slashed,
His sword full of nicks and dents.

His shield shattered and discarded.
Comrades lost to sword and arrow.
Eyes piercing and steady,
Even as his body tries to fail him.

None can understand his battles
In which he has fought,
Won and lost, or even draws.
Only those that survive at his side can.

A wolf howls at the moon,
In her full beauty.
Time to move on,
Heal, and prepare for the next battle.

He knows that everyday
Is a battle fought.
Won or lost, it goes on,
Day by day, until he dies.