A Warrior's tale

Raising my sword.
Without a word.
Following commands.
From those who demand. 

I swing my blade forth, 
and strike my foes low.
The red blood that spills.
It gives me now chills..

The tears that i have shed.
Long have they fled.
Yet the echoes of screams.
Will remain in my dreams.

At the end of the fight.
I sheath my blade tight.
No longer in sight..
walking towards the horizon light.