Knightress

She cried out for love. It echoed in the dark. She even turned to prayer, arms to help her stand once again. She once stood tall and proud armor untouched sword in hand. The monsters she's brought down. All but one, and that one weakened her. It lived inside her, no sword or shield could help. Her legs weak and her arms tired, the other soldiers with whom she fought long gone. The dark around her screaming so loud, with no voice to be heard. She starts to fall, Alone she cries. A story in which only she will know the end.