Warrior

I cross a field of tall grass, running towards the moon, shining – oh, so bright! – amidst a sea of infinite darkness. My sword is light, lighter than I remember, must have dragged it for longer that I noticed. Or maybe I have become stronger… I drag the sword no longer, instead I wave it high in the air, striking any foe that crosses my path, striking with all my heart, all my soul, be it a dreadful three armed windmill or an onslaught lead by Zeus himself, I shall not be stopped. I am a knight, a warrior, born a swordsman in a time of gunfights, but I shall not be stopped by fear, not for mortals and not for titans, the moon I want and the moon I shall grasp. Die I will, surely, by some better sword or spear, not by treacherous poison, not by a knife stabbed in the back and – oh horrible fate, oh dishonoured death – not by age, not the lack of strength to breathe! Let me lye proud, my head high like my sword, my deeds remembered forever and my quests forgotten nevermore. Let my tombstone read “The greatest warrior that ever lived”, not my name, not the day I was born and not the one I died. Let my sword above my tomb. Leave no money in my pockets. A warrior I was born, destined to slay giants and gods alike, and, when the time comes, the boatman I shall send away and swim across the Styx, Cerbero will flee at the sound of my roar, rule over Hades I will!

But, for now, let me chase the moon… It shines - oh so bright! - amidst that sea of infinite darkness and I wish to hold it – oh so dearly!