The Last Enemy That Shall Be Destroyed Is Death

Stroke after stroke I fight

Breathing hard, heavy gasps

Clinging to life as a man on the edge of a cliff

One last blow and I shall be victorious

One last blow and I shall walk away

Who is the enemy? Fear or violence?

I fight both and neither

I fight the one that took my life

My good life, my happy family, my home

Everything I treasured is lost

And so I fight as never before

My enemy! Oh, my enemy!

He is strong, he is fast, he is fearless

He is Death itself

And so I shall kill death and reclaim what is mine

The last fell swoop of my sword

Death falls slowly and silently

The black cloak falls to the ground

Stained in blood and malice

I watch as it flutters, so like a leaf

I stand in my red cloak, untarnished but by hate

Death took everything from me

I longed not for victory, fame, glory

I longed for justice and vengeance

So I stand over the body of my enemy

My face a grim mask

Sword in one hand, hate in the other

I have conquered Death

Before Death could conquer me