Breaching the Battlefield

Destruction lays all around, And my resolve is wearing thin. The harbinger of death taunts me, Into a fight I cannot win. My body's weak and foundering, And my mind's not thinking clear. As if a marble statue, I'm frozen stiff with fear. Forced onto the battlefield, Cast amongst the tides of war. As they throw down the gauntlet, I feel dread down to my core. Terror stricken as I am, I still raise my shield and sword. This day will test my courage, And the fate I'm heading toward. My blood begins to boil, As I rush into the fray. I won't go down without a fight, Determined to find a way. Through many swings of my sword, At the countless bodies I meet. Victory at last is mine, All foes dead beneath my feet. With heart still beating loudly, And blood coursing through my veins. Though battle weary as I am, I'm left alone to nurse my pains. Dropping shield and crimson sword, Falling on my knees to pray. So grateful for this triumph, I'll live to fight another day.