I lay dead except for my last breath
about to leave my body
floating in my own pool of blood
thick and dark,

A sword pierced through my heart
cold, dark pain of its edges, legacy of a lost battle a moment ago
Sound of vultures swirling in dance of death
echoing in the sky
waiting to pounce and pull me apart.

Suddenly I hear someone yell for help
soul shattering cry of fear and shrill
someone needed me at that moment
someone who did not know I even existed.

Suddenly my soul starts to stir
life begins to flow in my veins
my fingers start to move
my eyes start to see light
hurting but bright and sharp.

I find myself pulling the dark sword out of my heart
wounds start to heal
flesh start to seal
I can feel my iron grip return
to hold on to my sword.

I lost the battle but not the dignity
I lost to a rival with my head held high
My last breath pulls the life back into me
My call of duty wants me back to battle.

My legs straighten up
My chin facing the direction of the scream
I slowly start to move towards the voice
Begone! I am coming!!
And once again, my journey begins.