[ The warrior stands atop the snowy hill ]

The warrior stands atop the snowy hill
With blood dripping from his sword
And blood dripping from his wounds
Each drop another strike that scored

He can barely stand now
His chest begins to heave and stagger
From down below more enemies advance
The warrior with his empty sword draws his dagger

He knows this is it for him
The warrior gets ready to die on that hill
He's smoothed faced and light hearted now
As he faces the men he's going to die to kill

The first comes in now
He moves hard, jerky and fast
But he underestimated the warriors speed
He falls, neither the first nor the last

The second, slower than the first
Dancing carefully to and fro
The warrior kindly offers him his blade
And drops the second there in the snow

The third moves fast as the second falls
And the warrior is caught of guard
But the warrior strike back true
The third is just another body for nature to discard

The fourth now approaches the warrior
And the fifth there is by his side
Smarter than the first second or third
Wizened as the first three died

The fight back and forth
The fourth lunges out to attack
The fifth distracts the warrior
And the fourths sword cleaves into his back

The fifth now takes his turn
As the warrior cries out loud in pain
The fifth strikes true like the fourth
And the warriors blood falls like rain

The warrior knows his end is near
Knows his fingers could count off the last of his breathe
And for one last strike he raises his blood stained sword
Wanting only to bring with him the fourth and fifth in his death

With all he has and has ever had
He puts everything into one mighty swing of his blade
The fourth and fifth are too astonished to run
There feet planted to the ground as they stand amazed

And that mighty blade swings forth
Filled with all the warriors fears,hopes,loves, and loath
And the warriors sword tears down his murderers
That might blade arched and when the warrior fell he had cleaved them both