Winner

Death is Calling

All about him the battle rages.
Cannon-shot rents the air.
His body broken, all hope gone,
He wearily waves, still screaming.
He is near death, but still,
Still he will not surrender.
As his arm waves in futile salute,
I ask you only this:
If you were I, who saw him die,
Would you still believe that old lie,
That I don’t need to say.
For War is a game that cannot be won-
And the only victor is Pain.