A Sad End Poem by Jean-luc Le Maistre

With my pike I swing away,
For it is my enemy I have to slay,
I do not wish to die in war,
For it is filled, with blood and gore.

As I charge into battle,
All I hear, is my armor rattle,
I run and strike,
Impaling a man, with my pike.

Standing there in my might,
This man had given up the fight,
The man before me I have seen,
At the time, we were only teens.

That man, fallen to the ground,
My world had turned upside down,
That man put to his end,
I had realized this was a sad end,

For he was, my best friend.