Battle

BATTLE Every time I lost the battle! When yelled I loud 'I can't...' they didn't show mercy. When raised my hands in total surrender, and prayed the Almighty He didn't send His legions to help men. This time I drew my sword and fought ...but again I lost! But it's a different feeling now. The bleeding wounds on body my gave me some weird tickles. My twisted hands and broken leg, when creaked I felt funny and a bit of pride too. Now it doesn't matter to me... whether I lost or won! But I fought and bled, till swooned in battle field! Yes, I am a proud man!