I'm in a battle with no armies near,
A never-ending fight I face with fear.
Though I have survived through countless years,
This time, the struggle feels too severe.
My sword slips as my hands grow frail,
My body grows weak, my strength set to fail.
The enemy strikes; they show no care,
Memories flash through the thickened air, they say it happens when you're about to die
"Is this my end?" I whisper, lost,
"Will I fall before this battle is crossed?"