Weakened by the exposure

That living life is about.

I struggled, but gained my feet

And was able to give a last shout.

The echo travelled near

And far to all who could hear.

They cowed before me,

And all let out a cheer.

My face was dampened

By the sweat of fear.

No coward was I to live

Without hearing my last cheer.

My blade struck him hard,

His face in anguish bled.

No defense was left in him,

After losing his head.