A young warrior stands up tall
His blade shining in the sun
The strength of his body uncontainable
His arm longs for bloodshed

Impatiently he trains and hones his skills
He yearns for the day when he is unleashed
To fight in glorious battle against evil so foul
To return home a champion

Day after day, gaining strength in his being
He grows tough, quick, agile and strong
The wounds he receives are met with great joy
For they teach him the way of war

On this day he is called
This day it is for real
He shudders with anticipation
And quenches the bile of fear

Is he ready to face this challenge?
Will he stand up brave and true?
Can he face this day with glory?
Is he really ready for this fight?

The sights and smells of battle
Alien to his senses
The glory imagined diminished through sight
His consciousness battered

The missiles of war soar past his head
The clanging of steel so near
The screams of the dying resounding around
One last breath before the plunge

Cleaving the skull of an enemy he turn
Shoves his sword to spill out one's guts
Limbs being cleft with smoothness of motion
Puddles of blood at his feet

The screams of the wounded reverberate
They become lost in his mind
For killing is his life now
An eternity without end

Suddenly his chest becomes cold
Looking down he sees
The piece of tree in his chest
Letting out his soul

He pulls the arrow from his heart
Blood gushes from the wound
Pushing his sword through a man's spine
Another enemy down

His eyes start to blur
He feels the bite of steel
His arm cleft through by the sword of another
Falling to the ground

Laying on his back in a pool of innards
He has no time to think
Was this what his life was for
As he raises his.........