I closed my eyes…the drops of rain
Caress my face, is this the end?
Can I survive? Or should I die
By sword in battle for my land…
I have a bow…the old my friend
And arrows that will never spare.
Soon will be struggle for my land
For king, for home and all I care…
I’m standing with my eyes closed
I know the prayer… Should I prey?
A God damned tremor in my voice!
It’s not a fear…It’s just cold rain…
The rain is over… quiet night!
The stars are glaring from above
I looked at squadron of the knights
I hear a snore and muted cough…
So, dawn is near… the battlefield
Will call us to the death’s embrace
Can I survive? Shell I be killed?
There’s no answer in this place.
18.09.2007