The sun reflects off the sword
As he raises it high into the sky
The blade is crystal clear
Grabbing the reins he prepares
To make the final assault
Starting with a trot he pushes to a gallop
At full speed he lowers the blade
The sword drops from his hand
It strikes the ground with a hollow sound
The arrow struck the heart
And a hero of so many battles
Downed by but a single shot
He slips from his mount majestically
In slow motion he falls
He lays motionless
Clutching the arrow
Another casualty in the endless war.
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A contest entry
- Final Stand by DeadofKnight.
525 points, ended July 14, 2007, 22 entries
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This is very good. I liked how the warrior knew there was no recourse but to go on. He may not have gotten far, but his bravery shone through wonderfully. Well done and good luck in the contest.
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