The Warrior

He stands on the hilltop,
Sword drawn ready to do battle.
One battle at a time he tells himself.
Don't look at their strength.
Just fight one at a time.

Evading, Swinging, ducking.
Arms are sore and tired,
His brow is sweaty.
Pain radiating all over his body,
Yet he continues to fight.

Day draws to an end,
He goes to rest.
His body falling.
He enjoys this time.
For it is a taste of what lies ahead.

Sweet nothingness. 
Here there is no pain,
Here one does not tire.
Here there are no worries.
Here he fights no more.
Sweet nothingness.

Light comes again.
And he must leave his lover's sweet embrace.
Her voice is nothingness.
Her embrace is nothingness
And though he does not want to,  He leaves.

For he know that with this new day,
Comes new battles,
He know one day he will fall,
And not rise again, Oh great day.
Until that day he must fight.

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