Proelium and Honorarius

I have felt a thousand deaths
Ground runs red, thick with blood
Feet sticking to the floor
Immersed I am, showered with speckles and drops of sun dried blood
Hair matted and caked in red
Flies buzzing around my head
Sweat rolls off my brow
Giving sweet relief to this murderous mid day sun
And yet still they come
How many must fall before they yield
Muscles strained, lungs on fire
No time to think only time to kill
Movement to my right
Sword flicks to the right, contact
With a soft thud a head hits the floor and rolls to a stop at my feet
More movement now
With a flash and a blink the battle is renewed once more
Bodies falling quicker then I can count
Stacking round me like a cord of wood
No relief, all alone, how long can I go on?
Any moment I may falter and die
But in truth I have lived out a thousand lives
All to their fullest
Sounds to my left
Spear thrusts on its own accord, contact
A soft gurgle escapes as death sets in
One more to the count
How many have I killed?
I know not nor do I want to know
Death is my calling card today
I live only to serve my King
And war is on His lips
His strength is my strength
As long as I have strength
Will be as long as I kill
A thousand have fallen
And thousands more will fall
Here I stand
Here I kill
Here is a lentil field