[NightHawk]: 105.NightHawk's Poetry Index.The Last Warrior

The Last Warrior

The blood-red sun sets in the sky,
A grim reflection of the earth.
Dead, mangled bodies litter the ground,
Unfeeling hands grasping at wounds
Torn open in the heat of battle.
Only one man yet stands;
One man against the world--
Yet none in the world stand against him.
Sweat mingles with blood on his heaving chest
As he surveys his conquered lands,
But an empty victory is no better than
No victory at all;
Ruined cities, fallow fields, and dead people
Await his ruling hand.
The last warrior stands amid his friends and enemies,
United only in death,
In the life after life
They will dine together, and tell stories of the glories long past,
Will dance with rivals, and drink with their foes.
The warrior sheathes his bloody sword
As the moon rises to welcome the dead
Into darkness.
Then he leaves his friends behind
To mingle with their hated enemies.
The last warrior walks away
From the horrid memories of battle.
Never will he return to this place,
A land of the dead;
These fields are not fit to see
The likes of the last warrior.