Have I fell out of uncommon valor
To which these stars will no longer shine?
Or hearts nor long for?
The sanctity of my mind protrudes on to its masters heart and soul.
It suffers sickness which thou might sense as a weakness
Which infects and festers in the body.
How can thou see I as me when I see only pain and fear?
Thou must stab this dagger through my heart so perchance
I might meet a lasting slumber,
For I have loved and lost, fought and died.
I shall not be remembered
For it is men with strong hearts and souls that are remembered
I, weak from breathing, will fade as the sun into the horizon
There shall be no memory of my legacy
No memorial to my small feats.
My sprit will die in a young woman’s heart.