Her cheek lay on the cold, hard stone,
In a corridor long and black.
No one near to wish farewell,
She was never coming back.

Her cheek lay on the cold, hard stone,
As her eyes they closed in sleep.
Of memories and times of good,
A final concious leap.

Her cheek lay on the cold, hard stone,
Alone in the darkened hall.
The bodies of her vanquished
Had seen her standing tall.

Her cheek lay on the cold, hard stone,
As a tear fell from her eye.
It trickled down upon her chin,
A final, last goodbye.

Her cheek lay on the cold, hard stone,
Her grim work all but done.
No enemy would fight again,
They'd ne'r even time to run.

Her cheek lay on the cold, hard stone,
Hair falling cross her eyes.
She'd not the strength to push it back,
She finally realized.

Her cheek lay on the cold, hard stone,
Her stomach a mass of pain.
A thousand cuts scraped on her skin,
No one there to find her name.

Her cheek lay on the cold, hard stone,
Breath comming now in gasps.
A sword protruded from her back,
An enemy's last attack.

Her cheek lay on the cold, hard stone,
She no longer felt the pain.
Peace and warmth surrounded her,
A soft and subtle rain.

Her cheek lay on the cold, hard stone,
Sinking into dreams,
Satisfied, her part now done,
The enemy in reems.

Her cheek lay on the cold, hard stone,
Her part was nearly done.
She'd fought so well and paid the price
Of those who will not run.

Her cheek lay on the cold, hard stone,
Alone and far from here.
Though darkness did around her spread,
Light shone around her near.

Her cheek lay on the cold, hard stone,
Still misted from her breath,
When her companions found her,
Still and silent unto death.