One Last Stand
With a blood-stained blade in hand,
I woefully worry about
My courageous comrades who
Had fearlessly fought
Each oppressed opponent
With extraordinary ease.
And as I regain my calm composure,
To apathetically approach my friends
So we can trustingly take one last stand.
We fought each fearless foe
With deep determination
And we were instinctly inexhaustible
Back to back we were ultimately unsmotherable...
Until HE came.
Mooncry
