One Last Battle

A shiver seep my bones, 

As I write this in red, 

For ink won't do justice,

To my words and my pain. 

I have bled before, 

But this time is different, 

It's the end of my suffering, 

As I can feel myself drain. 

If they ask about my actions, 

Tell them my story, 

How I was on a road so endless, 

But my time was limited. 

Tell them of my battles, 

My blood and my patience, 

Tell them of my duties, 

And how I wasn't a slacker. 

If I have to be remembered, 

Think of me as a warrior,

How I had fire and chaos,

Wrapped on my fingers.