No man is an island, declared in his mind
Strike by the enemy, without seeing, not fleeing….
Oozing blood from the flesh, the redness of it shows no mercy..
The blades’ friction breeds a tiny sparks of light….
Attempting to strike back, Clashes of the swords,turbulent time indeed
Eve of battle, liquids from the heavens fall densely with an applause of the thunder saying, fight with your might!
Eve of battle, winds from the east blew hard, with a flash of the lightning guiding in the midst of the warrior’s dim space
His army, an army no more, him left standing…standing alone…
Antagonistic grin from his worn out assailant, breathing heavy like tired old horse of the west…
A sad countenance from the hero’s shadow..
Armor shattered, nakedness his only clothing…..
All the pains endured, shedding no tears, flaunts his eagle eye….
The very last stage of his existence, this misinterpreted brooding warrior, still longing for the true salvation….
