The battle rages
He grows weak
The enemy surrounds
His future bleak
His armor heavy
Sword hangs low
Shield has been lost
Anticipating his final blow
Fear does not embrace
Still no hesitation
No sign of rescue
No feeling of deflation
Eyes at the horizon
Feet a sturdy foundation
Hands steady firm
His honor no deviation
He sees it
The end is near
Thoughts race
Everything becomes clear
Face full of mud
Hands filled with gore
Legs drench in sweat
Bones chilled to the core
His voice booms
A deafening roar
He does not hear it
Drowning the surrounding war
He corrects his form
Preparing for glory
He charges forward
No chance to tell his story
Brothers dead or missing
The enemy many strong
The battle is thick
The dead sing a grave song
Charging forward his muscles ache
Sword high with attack
His armor shines dim
Enemy at his front non at his back
The distance closes
Their weapons clash
Ten men to one
Sky rains molten ash
He fights like a lion
Never yielding
His soul like a bear
Never weeping
The fight is long
The melee swift
A beautiful defeat
His soul adrift
Body on ground
He continues the fight
Life begins to drain
Slashing and stabbing with all his might
Alas an answer from above
A voice resounds
You have fought well my son
Angel of death surrounds
Still he fights
No chance of redemption
He fights defeat and death
He will get no exemption
His fiber will not quite
His heart will not die
Even when demanded
He will not comply
Alas he will succomb
His spirit still in power
Fear of all and none
Regardless he will not cower
The final strike
Pieces his heart
Eyes go dark
Body and soul drift apart