He Put Himself To Rest

Darkness hems the battlefield As the fury rages on With armor, sword, and shield These soldiers weigh a ton. They fight for many days They fight for many nights And each soldier falls and lays After fighting for his rights. There is nothing they can do But hope they do not die And maybe make it through To say their last goodbye. This war will never end Until only one man stands Losing his best friend With blood upon his hands. When the tragic war is done And the hatred has been ceased One man stands alone Prevailing like a beast. Wandering down the field Among all the fallen knights With armor, sword, and shield Blood-stained by the fights. This hero wonders why A battle can begin When everyone would die Leaving no man to win. After all this thought After losing every friend Death is what he sought From the loss he could not mend. In his hand he took his sword And pushed it through his chest And without another word He put himself to rest.