A Tale About The Last Solider

A Tale About The Last Solider

Warrior down The wound is bleeding

Another killed

On this Hellfield

Solider stabbed

Spear met his heart

Outturned by death

The army falls apart

The stench of the victims

Still asphyxiates air

Moon is the witness

Of this blood fair

“I must live to tell this tale

Sea of blood

And thousand dead males”

She was the only one

Who saw the truth

About

This never-ending slaughter

In fields of mankind

The last restless fight

In this full red moon

How can this be?

The last one is standing

Still without bandings

A tear met his eye

Is this an error

Different kind of terror

Who saw the night?

Coming right up

At sky without

Stars

He lies in the dark

Without flames to catch

His veins collapsed

Sigh of care

A girl saw him lying

She saw he was dying

But her Mistress was Death

So she had the chance

To bring him to Her

She didn’t need a lure

Still the tear in his eye

Stopped her from screaming

She thought she was dreaming

But…

At once there was light

And she saw Him

The angel of Blight

With wings of delight

And she knew the truth

As last one to live

The solider was meant

To depart in a scent

Of decay

“As he was rotting there

I was frozen by sight

That his eyes were still wet

At the end of this night”

The Mistress evinced

From the fog of the silk

And blackness she held

Within her skin

“Death came

Took him from me

Brought him the ablaze

And skies were red once more”