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