I Must Rest Here a Moment

 

I must rest here a moment, though the sky still burns,
And the echoes of battle take their turns.
The earth feels soft, though stained and worn,
A cradle now, for the battle-torn.

I’ve known the clash of steel and cries,
The weight of choices, the fleeting skies.
Yet here I lie, my breath now light,
As day gives way to eternal night.

The victory's song hums soft in my ear,
A melody sweet, both distant and near.
For though my sword shall rest with me,
Its purpose lives in the lives set free.

I see the faces of those I’ve saved,
In every stroke of the path I’ve paved.
Their laughter rises, their futures gleam,
A hero's joy in a fleeting dream.

The pain I bear, I welcome now,
For honor’s weight has graced my brow.
And though my heart beats faint and slow,
Its cadence sings what all must know:

A life well-fought, a life well-spent,
Each moment lived with no lament.
For death is but a gentle hand,
Guiding me toward a promised land.

So I must rest here, just a breath,
To greet my peace in this embrace of death.
Fear not my fall; my spirit ascends,
Where battles end, and love transcends.