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.
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