To a Warrior's Creed, Valiant Death, Fate Oft Decrees

To A Warrior's Creed, Valiant Death, Fate Oft Decrees I follow the red line into hot, blazing Hell with razor sharp long sword firm in my fighting hand sending the devils down where their demon friends dwell down, down deep, upon earth's surface I take my stand I, raging fighter, with valiant blood in my veins The Sun my only friend as its light clears my way I leave behind me, nothing but huge bloody stains I live as a warrior on a pittance of pay A day's ration of bread and a bold flask of wine few gold coins for every dark monster I slay and the great favors of girlfriends, I daily dine pride and Fate demands I die on some future day. As life will be forfeit what care I of death's hand no more than a bad-spit whisper the dying groan To truth I am sworn, courageous is my dear stand I am a valiant warrior, I dare fight alone. My Lord, to an honorable death I so plead. I lay here glad as away my life slowly bleeds. Robert J. Lindley, Sonnet Note- "The valiant brave die but one honorable death"