The Sweet End

The land, so unforgiving

as the pits of hell itself

Riding for what seems endless moments

I almost lose track of reality

Sword in scabbard,

i blaze the trail for those who may follow

sometime, somewhere, in my footsteps...

into the battle grounds


Sword revealed, i clear the crest,

gazing towards the horizon.

But i do not see an army of Spartans

nor a fleet of battleships

Not a glimpse of savage beasts

not even a line of cavalry.


There stands a man upon his stallion

Formidable indeed, he is.

A warrior from the heavens has risen to battle

and I am his sparing partner.

I weld my blade, but the blade is not one.

Tis but shattered, and I'm without a weapon...


The warrior scoffs at my misfortune

and breaks out in guffaws

thinking that, without effort, I have been defeated.

Yet victory doesn't exist in the weapons of man

Nor in the deepest riches of the earth.

Victory, my friends, exists in the soul,

and will only become a reality if set free.

I Drop my wounded steel, face my enemy...


His taunts are no more, the sky turns to a crimson swirl.

..I know the battle has begun.

But until the sweet end has come

none will know of the winner

Until then, i stand and fight...


*********he attacks**********