Trampling through the snow,
Weary from a long day of battle.
His resolve can't be defeated by
the cold, Not while his friends are
being slaughtered like cattle.
Against all odds, he presses on.
Deflecting blows as they come.
His sword sung their final song,
None were given a chance to run.
Throwing himself at the enemy,
He confronts his inevitable end.
His concern is not for his safety,
But for that of his friend.
