The Lone Warrior
In the end they will win this war
these monsters the world set against me
with their superior strategy and weaponry
wearing me down until I can fight no more
The steel of my sword and daggers dull
after all the battles I’ve fought before
with little time to heal my wounds and rest
yet I refuse to yield though I know it’s futile
a solitary soldier taking the field
facing the enemy as I cry out desperately
over mountains, land, and sea
for reinforcements that fail to come
longing to hear the steady beat of a drum
announcing the arrival of even one
lone warrior willing to spill their blood
at my side before all hope has died
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