Man that fought wars long ago,
Men, who died for
Blood! was their battle cry, until it was Death they
They laughed at Death
They cursed his name
enemy, it seemed the laughs insane.
They were not afraid
Into battle theyd ride
one fated day, all but one would die.
One man, left standing,
Alone, tired, and wet.
looked around, beaten, and quietly he wept.
His friends all were gone,
The True Hope was lost
Returning home, its time to pay the cost.
Talking till nightfall
With his one baby son,
He told him to remember all the great things he had done.
Writing a message
For the village to find
He went to
the wilderness to be one with his mind.
Looking at the graves
Praying to his short-lived wife
He takes his own sword and takes his own life.