Young Warrior

A young warrior
wounded in battle
lay bleeding
on the battlefield

Slowly, painfully
le lifted his eyes
to the sky
as his life's blood
seeped into the ground

He knew his wound
was fatal
Though he was Klingon
he did not wish to die.

He wanted to live
to get strong again
to lift his bat'leth high
above his head
again.

Do they not see me?
He despaired
as others of his garrison
hurried past,
some tripping over him
egar to enter the fray

Saddend
and in great pain
he closed his eyes
only briefly
to rest them
and saw clearly
the portal of the Black Fleet
irised wide, beckoning,
tempting him to enter

He hesitated
took a step

Faltered and turned
at the sound of
the Garrison Medic's
gruff voice
as he did his battlefield triage

"Here's another,
bring my kit.
Let's see how much life
he's got left in him."

He felt the practiced hand
of the healer probe
near the wound
renewing his pain
he nearly bit his tongue in tow
to keep from crying out!

"He's hurt bad
lost a lot of blood
But, he'll live to fight again
with proper care."
The Medic said

The young warrior's heart
soared with joy
as the corpsman brought
forth a stretcher,
and bore him to the
medical site

Yes, he would live to see
another day
to fight another battle
And again,
raise his bat'leth
in victory!