And maybe the sky
looked like a hazy red
with shades of subtle grey.
cyan-eyed figure stood there-
he was ready for what's to come,
that expression has shown no fear,
his sword on this warrior's shoulder,
he looked into the sky
with such a face- not a coward until the end,
he was a fearsome warrior
that fought to the very end and
death was never a problem solved
but just a thing he had to get over with.
He said so with a pretty smile,
"Thank you for being there,"
and watched himself perish
like the ashes dropped from
the mountain's cold summit.