In Death

In death there is no glory.

No flashes of light, or music.

In death there is no feeling.

No pain and no elation.

My death was special.

My death displayed real torment.

My death was exceptional,

Every sense acute, every experience amazing.

In my death I heard you,

Your voice rang through my head.

I felt the ending of my heart,

And the chilling of my blood.

I saw your great sword against the dark sky.

I saw your red eyes stare into mine.

I saw the hate, and the torture of your duty.

As I died.