The fallen warrior

His body weak and exhausted from a long hard fought battle. pain unlike any imagined, surges throughout his body. his eyes barely open and his vision blurred. is it over? is this truly where fate has chosen for him to be? laying on the gravel without an ounce of strength to move what-so-ever. battered, broken and in merciless and endless pain. with all his might, he has fought and survived through time by his superior skill and courage. a perfect warrior, a perfect mind, a perfect heart, perfection in its purest form. so how, he wonders, did he end up here? what happened? he gave it his all and somehow it just wasn't enough. now at this very moment the fallen warrior though motionless, is not lifeless. no... not even close... for the fallen warrior is filled with determination and he lingers to life through pure will. all is lost with the fallen warrior except hope. hope that he will rise again. hang in there my friend. hang in there my fallen warrior.