I cut and I hacked
‘Till the bodies
Stacked up
Behind me.
I felt no remorse
But of course
The enemy would find me.
He stood tall;
I looked him in the eye
And spied
A weakness.
Swords clashed,
Sparks flew.
No words spoken,
A broken man
Fights so hard,
Harder than you knew
When hope
Is dashed.
