Soldier

Alone but not alone on his battle field Only a sword and a shield to wield He opens his eyes, and grips the hilt Raises the shield; runsthrough the rain The army he fights is great Outnumbered; pressed Into the batlle with a mighty cry Swinging the sword with skill and zeal so he wont die. He is shot in the back; an unexpected attack But still plows foward His wound severe; death seems near Black skys; blurry vision "NOOOO" He screams; sword thrusts into the ground Is he finished? He whispers "help me...!" Renewed strength, breath back in the lungs Strength to the bones. He fights his way up the steep hill Stands victorious Looks down and sees yet another army to fight!