He kneels on one knee taking support,
Of his grounded sword holding its hilt,
Wear and tear of battle spread over his face,
He savours the sound and feeling of the breeze,
The silence of the earth after intense metal clanking,
And the screams of humans and creatures in harmony,
The blade doesn’t spare anyone or anything,
It doesn’t discriminate in cutting its victim,
His blade had served him well, he still stands,
Albeit on his knees for now, more fortunate,
Than his friends, who are no longer around him,
In this physical realm and but they believe in the spirit realm,
Where they watch over him and take bets on when he’ll finally join them,
The ground now shakes with multiple impacts of hooves,
The sky filled with the new set of creatures to slay,
Anticipation fills the surroundings as everything goes still,
He rises from his stance and plucks the sword from the ground,
Clearing the dirt from the metal, he whispers,
Bet on me today my friends , for you’ll see me dance again tomorrow.