A searing pain deep in his chest br And crimson all around, br The once magnificent warrior br Now lies still upon the ground; br br A single shaft within his grasp br Has done the awful deed - br A piercing blade has cleft the heart br And left him there to bleed; br br With clouding eyes and ragged breath br A chill cuts to the bone, br Although the sun rides high above, br His body turns to stone; br br No feeling now but wonder br At the broken man below - br A hollowed-out reflection br Of someone he used to know, br br Awareness of a blinding light br Through eyes that cannot see - br A voice so sweetly beckoning, br 'Come now my son to me'; br br A feeling of contentment, br Of serenity and love br Surrounds the mighty warrior br As he lingers high above br br The fading once proud body.................... br 'You must come now, my son - br This battle has been finished, br There are new wars to be won.