The Upcoming Battle

I wait... Hours pass...I wait...
The sun rises....still I wait...

My thoughts are running...
Making no sense to me...
The sun goes down...and the stars begin to smile...
Still I wait...

My blade is sharp...
My armour is shining...
No signs of the upcoming...
The waiting goes on...

'Why do I wait...'
I think...
But no answer could I find...

The taste of blood...floats in the air...
The waiting is over.
The fight has founded me...
And I have founded it...

I pick up my sword...
Eyes full of rage...
Thoughts full of bloodlust...
I look for my enemy...

Too late...
I feel pain...
Chest full of arrows...
My eyes close...
'...this is what I waited...'
'...and now I die for it...'
And I die.

No more waiting...
No more pain...
Only my memories...
And my heart in shame...