He fights through night and day.

Eats minimal to keep on fighting.

His weapon of choice varies.

One thing be true.

He for the thought of his beloved.

A warm embrace upon his return.

Kisses that have waited months to be recieved.

His body may weaken to the point of no return.

If however there is spirit left in him he'll live.

Live to see the sun rise and fight one more day.

Demons have not yet, wontthe war with in. 

For he is a warrior fighting till the end.


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