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Student @ Babcock University
The last Victory
<p>He marched at dawn with borrowed light,</p><p>A banner torn, a shield of scars,</p><p>Through ash and bone he held the line</p><p>While fate kept tally of the stars.</p><p><br/></p><p>His brothers laughed in earlier days,</p><p>With iron hope and reckless flame,</p><p>Now silence walked beside his boots,</p><p>And every ghost still knew his name.</p><p><br/></p><p>The battlefield was red with prayer,</p><p>With shattered spears and fallen cries,</p><p>Yet still he rose, though grief grew heavy</p><p>In the corners of his eyes.</p><p><br/></p><p>He fought for kings who never bled,</p><p>For widows he would never meet,</p><p>For children sleeping far from hell,</p><p>For every heart that war would cheat.</p><p><br/></p><p>Steel rang like storms against the dark,</p><p>He carved the night, he would not kneel,</p><p>Until the final enemy fell</p><p>Beneath his will, beneath his steel.</p><p><br/></p><p>The horns of victory split the sky,</p><p>The war was done, the world was free—</p><p>But no one stood beside the knight,</p><p>No voice remained to say we.</p><p><br/></p><p>He turned and saw the empty field,</p><p>No friend to share the rising sun,</p><p>No laughter left, no living bond,</p><p>Only the cost of what he’d won.</p><p><br/></p><p>His armor shook with quiet breath,</p><p>The wind itself began to mourn,</p><p>For saving all had left him lost,</p><p>A hero hollowed, torn, and worn.</p><p><br/></p><p>He planted sword into the ground,</p><p>Reflected in its silver shine—</p><p>A lonely face, a thousand deaths,</p><p>And none of them were truly mine.</p><p><br/></p><p>“I kept my vow,” the knight then said,</p><p>“To guard the realm, to see it through.</p><p>But victory without the ones you love</p><p>Is just another way to lose.”</p><p><br/></p><p>He pulled the blade from waiting earth,</p><p>Its edge still warm from final strife,</p><p>And with a calm, defeated grace</p><p>He chose to end his borrowed life.</p><p><br/></p><p>Steel met his heart in silent bloom,</p><p>No scream, no curse, no battle cry—</p><p>Only a man who saved the world</p><p>And had no reason left to try.</p><p><br/></p><p>He fell where triumph touched the dead,</p><p>Where victory and sorrow blend—</p><p>The knight who won the kingdom’s war…</p><p>And lost himself at the very end.</p><p><br/></p>
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