The battle hardened warrior gets,
off his weary mount,
he looks at the dead around him,
too numerous to count.
he thinks of mothers and sweethearts,
of all the men slain,
but after all this time his heart,
is too hard to feel their pain.
He see's a glow in the distance,
some sweet voice calling his name,
he wants to go but if he does,
nothing will ever be the same.
He calls out to the survivers,
"Come allies and follow me!"
and cannot seem to understand,
why him they cannot see.
He looks in dismay at his arms,
only one thing can be said,
his body is no longer there,
"Alas I think I'm dead!"