Death in battle. a poemDreamless night, cloudless sky, sword in hand, enemies at feet, six of us, prepare for the defeat.
Never quit, never fail, burning restless fire falls from the heavens, raise your shield, raise your sword, charge the enemy, destroy the horde.
Battle finished set up camp, mysterious man looking down, thanks us for our service and hisses a curse, my friends fall weak, so do i, the surge of pain, the rush of horror, our enemies surround we stand to arms, fought them our best, flash of arrows, shimmer of swords, but with each vanquished foe our might grows weak.
Until my friend, no, my brother is taken from me, and then another, fighting the tears, their deaths give me strength, holding my sword i swing my last slash, my brothers deaths and now my own,