• There he stood, sword in hand.
    Staring at the Saracen warrior band.
    The last one left, his allies dead,
    as he charged, his sword led.
    Holding off the enemy from recapturing the city;
    the last alive, his task was very gritty.
    Praying to the Lord, he charged into their mist,
    fighting for all those whom he loved and missed.
    In a futile attempt, he lashed out his sword,
    into a member of the Saracen horde.
    How long could he hold them off?
    this task was extremely tough.
    Yelling out a cry of rage,
    he leapt forward, and engaged.
    Giving himself over to his adrenaline reactions,
    he fought his way through the enemy factions.
    with every chop,
    with every lop,
    his only thought was of Paige;
    his captured friend,they were engaged.
    An opponent struck him in the back,
    and his weary mind welcomed the attack.
    His last dying thought was of Paige,
    as blackness enclosed on his gaze...