Before Fighting Thoughts.

Running and breathing.
Sword in my hand.
I must move quicker.
I hear them coming now.
The orcs,the wild men.
Hiding won’t help.
Nor will fleeing.
I know I must fight.
It is the only way.
The hobbits will escape.
I will defend.
I must put my life at risk.
To keep my promise.
The fate of Middle Earth
Lies in his hands.
I must make sure
the halfling makes it.
If he does not
we are all doomed.
War,then death.
A ring will decide it all.
This is my purpose.
This is my life.
This is what I must do.
The orcs are in sight.
I lift my sword.
The time has come.
Now I fight,for the sake of…everyone.
Closer they come.
Growling and snarling.
My heart beats faster.
My mind races.
In a moment my life could end.
Would it matter?
Too late to consider this.
And now….a sword is heard,soaring through the air… followed by silence.
Who’s time had come,the enemy,or the warrior?
This is where the story ends.
Maybe not sad,but not ‘happily ever after’.
The real end remains a mystery
that only the mind can solve.
How do you think it ends?
Or how do you want it to end?