The Fallen

He sits out in the open, staring into the vastness
The emptiness engulfs him, the vacuum consuming
Where is the light of promise, the glimmer of lost sanguine
Once the bringer of hope, his presence a transient optimism
How did it come to this......

His arms are weak, his heart heavy, his legs tiring
The journey is arduous, his strength begins to wane
Where is the tenacity and spirit of the warrior within
Once the indomitable and unflappable force in the battlefield
How did it come to this......

He hears none from the void but he could sense them coming
The valkyrie approaches and beckons upon him a semblant destiny
Where are the cries of triumph and victory of the many glories he yearns
Has the hour of valor and honour that once was been lost in the rapid of time
How did it come to this......