A Lonely Warrior Poem by Brian Swaine

I'm a lonely warrior on an empty battlefield;
My head, it aches, my body grows numb.
But with copious courage, I raise strength, sword and shield,
To face the cold foe now that the battle's begun.
My weary eyes, they focus on an enemy unseen;
My hand, it grips the weapon I so bravely wield.
Battle on, I must, to destroy the enemy;
And rest, I cannot, lest the beast he be felled.
With no lieutenant to lead me, no bright light to guide me,
I must journey on into the cold, endless night.
With past victories to spawn me and comrades beside me,
I forge on into the emptiness which is my plight.
There is nothing more gruelling nor so full of strife,
Than the trials and tribulations of this thing called Life.