Forsaken Warrior Poem by Alec North

The Battle raged around him,
He stood alone.
Fighting for life and limb,
Fighting for his home.

He ran in among them,
and began his dance of death.
His sword chasing the men,
He hardly slowed for breath.

His family lived beyond the hill,
He now fought to hold.
He was forced to fight and kill.
His family would not be sold.

His arm grew tired,
His sword began to slow.
For the children he had sired,
He faced every foe.

He was surrounded at every side.
His blood began to flow.
He dropped his sword and sighed,
As a sword blow brought him low.

This valiant man had died,
An army to defy,
But his morals had lied,
and left him to die.