I Have To Fight For Her

I am an old warrior
Who has known the stain of battle
I have been defeated before
I can feel the decrepitude
In my sword play
I have to remember
The diminished muscle arch

I was comfortable
In my recluse
In my last desire I was pitched
Into the threat of oblivion
It was almost instantaneous
I pick up the old sword
My mind wonders to my death

I feel the the weight of the stagnate
I know the inevitabilities
I feel the adrenaline muscling
My sword
I remember the salutes of old
I think of my heart's desire
At same time as I spill my blood