My dear, I can hear the steps of death,
Rushing towards me amidst all this destruction,
Surrounded by the smell of metal all around,
Weapons, blood, ammo, my nose gave up,
Everything smells the same now, even worse,
If I choose to observe the faces closely,
I can see the moment when their souls exited,
Their mortal remains, frozen, screaming for some help,
I know it might not look warrior like, to fear,
But it is the true adversary to a human,
You might wonder what could be its rival,
That’s where you enter into my life dear,
Love is the rival to the fear and to honor,
Your memory of me is what drives me to,
Meet the death with a warriors grace and embrace,
I could burn the world like I yearn for your touch,
I would claim a thousand deaths to earn one of our moments,
This instant, death and me, will be having a dance,
It is your voice which sings my battle song,
Remember me, for I might not last any long.