Battlefield

I fought many battle,

For every one I won I lost another one.

I fought on time and again,
never defeated.But every battle drained a piece of my soul.

Now I have no more soul to send on this battlefield,
no harrows on my bow,
no sword at my side.

I'm walking across the battlefield
bleeding,
breathing,
no more than a whisper...

Disappearing in the fog...