The Drowsy Warrior

There he stood fighting the enemy,
There he stood holding his ground.
While his comrades were being ripped away,
He did not let his attention sway.

It was like fighting the phantom,
It was like shooting in the dark.
The warrior knew he never had a chance,
But he continued fighting with undettered stance.

No one ever doubted the outcome of the fight,
No one ever doubted the warrior's might.
It was just a question of how and when,
This gruesome affair was going to end.

He was trying to stop the wind from blowing,
He was trying to stop a raging river.
He fought on with marvelous fortitude,
Some divine force he seemed to exude.

It seemed that the end was closer,
It seemed that the feud would be over soon.
The warrior had been enervated,
The long fight had left him jaded.

Then came a blow like a flash in the sky,
Then came a blow from a scintillating sword.
The warrior fell to the ground gasping for breath,
He could fight anyone but his own death.

The warrior had seen this fight before,
The warrior had seen it in his dreams.
But when the plot had gone wrong somewhere,
The kid realized he had had a nightmare.