To Keep Fighting

Your Weak with no Hope

and You cannot Cope.

The Armies Stand Ahead

Ready for your  Final Death.

The Mind Shivers

Like Shattered Glass

With Your Sole Bound Tight

And no Room To Gasp.

Your Eyes Shake 

With  trembling Fear.

You Begin to Fall

Without the Slightest Cheer.

Your Strength is Gone

and All you can Feel is The Hurt that You Lost.

Shades Draw over Your Eyes

Your Now ready to Give in and Say Goodbye.

From Darkness Above

and Darkness Below.

You Feel Your Weapon

It Begins to Glow.

It Resonates 

With a Voice of Power.

This is Not 

Your Final Hour.

Stand UP!.

You are Not Finished.

Blow Your Breath 

With the Power to Astonish.

You Grip Your Weapon

With Your New Found Power.

You Scream to the Army of Hordes

This is YOUR FINAL HOUR!.

I Will Not Give in

Will Not! Surrender.

Leave Now

Or you will be Turned into Ashes and Amber.

I Fight for Myself

and for Those Whom I love.

You will not Even Take A Step Forward

Or You Will Drown in Your Blood.

So Leave Now

and Leave me Be.

For if You Return

You Will Be Greeted by Me.