The Final Battle (A Warrior's Farewell) Poem by C.A. Morrow

The warrier stands tall with battle-ax
Outnumbered, he fears not coming death
To him, honor is not an unpaid tax
But his shield whose enemies blood will wet

Glistening is not a tear in steely eye
Firm is the fist that he clenches
The battlefield awaits those to die
Fear is integrity that blood quenches

And as the opposing ranks approach
His heart hardens to any quarter
Yet his mind flashes a final goodbye
To the love he leaves before the slaughter

A life hardened by war and hate
Was briefly softened by her smiling face
Surely this won't close to him Valhalla's gate
As he feels his raging blood race

One last prayer to Thor's mighty hammer
He steps forward to meet his bloody fate
As the Valkyries proudly around him clamor
With strength and honor up there he'll wait.