These tears run down my cheeks
And sting my cuts that make me weak.
I don't know how we lost this war.
I'm still trying to figure out how I got on the floor.
My sword beside me,
Bloodied and broken,
My enemy above me,
Triumphant and spoken.
"Take my sword as a token,
I have lost and you have won,
Please just let me go on."
The smile he shows is never-ending,
The envy in his eyes, it is bending,
"Strong I thought you were,
Until beg your life, my judgment will be fair.
Maybe had you not of spoken,
My sword would've been your token.
My respect for you as enemy is gone,
And silence you now in this bloody dawn."
My lips crack as a smile,
Oh how cruel of a trial,
"You misunderstand me, respected enemy,
I only wished for you to kill me.
My life is not worth begging for,
I've let my people down as I lay on this floor."
"Then rise O worthy opponent,
Your life is worth it,
For facing me to nearly win,
This is something I don't comprehend."
Strange to me how I can laugh,
In my very own blood bat