Last Battle

Chain mail is polished and armour it glints, As bravely for fighting, each soldier now sprints. Wanting to put a swift end to this battle, No longer to herd his men like they are cattle. Our warrior stands with his soldiers prepared, This the fourth fight of a month they have shared. He knows it’s not pretty, that there will be blood, But this is his duty, for great and for good. His orders received, from the King yesterday, No compromise, every last enemy slay. And so to the battlefield, time to advance, With our warrior’s grip on things, losing? No chance. The fighting commences , it’s bloody and hard, But our men have stamina, brave, never mard. Our warrior’s men are offensive and strong, They’re soon winning this fight, it doesn’t take long. The warrior stands over victory spoils, He reveals who he’s slain now and swiftly recoils. For lay on the ground and now breathing his last, Is an awful reminder of life in the past. For this is no stranger, he only feels pain, For this is his brother, who he now has slain. A few years earlier, they had been parted, And separate training, for fighting had started. They never knew they’d be on opposite teams, Two warriors brave, but now harder it seems. That was the last battle our warrior fought, The battle was won, but it counted for nought. He said a swift prayer, kneeling over his brother, Looked up to the sky and said, “I’m sorry, mother”.