It's over.
My journey to a far place.
I'm alone and I await my end.

My body aches.
My arms,
They can not move anymore.
It's over.
It's time to meet my comrades up high.

But I must keep on fighting.
I must not give up.
I must keep on swinging my sword.
Just one last push.
One last swing,
One last cry.

A spear impales me.
He lifts me up,
Pushing and twisting his it into me.
I fall.
The blood flows out of my wound,
And my body becomes numb.

I lie on the ground.
I die smiling.
It's over.