This poem was made by Ravena Wolfborn
The Fallen Warrior
Laying on the ground,
bodies all around,
and nothing to do but die.
The mission is complete,
and all I do is weep
for the fallen.
Blood seeps from my wound,
for my life ends too soon,
the afterlife is calling.
I see the ruins,
the ancient dunes,
of which I now call home.
Because I cannot leave,
or find reprieve,
in the company of the dying.
I think of my home,
the one I left alone,
and now I catch myself lying.
I told them I would come,
but I won't be coming home
because today marks the end.
I weep for those I leave,
cause now they won't believe
that I won't be walking in.
And I smile for the victory,
I have fulfilled my destiny
and fought till I fell.
I laugh at the luck
of the blows that I struck
to the fallen across the way.
And I'm proud to say,
as a fallen warrior,
that I have fought this day.