Elegy of a warrior

I can see the sky. I am lying on my back and waiting for Deliverance. The smell of death has never smelt so sweet. I have waged a thousand battles and won uncountable wars. I have fought along side the bravest of men against the most vicious of adversaries. But today has certainly not been my day. Innumberable wounds have lacerated my body and maggots are feasting on the fresh wounds which are searing every square inch of my flesh. Yet, it feels as if I am making love to a most divine damsel.
The crown which used to adorn my head has been cut into two and bears a silent testimony to the days when it alone commanded unwavering loyalty and inspired many a braveheart to wage war in my name. My sword is still held by my hand. But my hand is no longer mine. The bow which I have wielded since the day I learnt to shoot arrows has been unstrung , yet it hasnt lost its splendour as its golden midriff still incites greed in the heart of men, even when they are dying a death most wretched.
Flashes of an eventful life and times begin passing through the rapidly darkening corridors of my mind. To exclaim that my life was eventful would just be a modest understatement. I can visualize a kaleidoscope of images. Images of my mother chasing me all around our palace with a glass of milk,my father cajoling me to outdo my elder siblings in every game we played, the teacher encouraging me to believe in my abilities and the beholding of the most purest form of love, that of my beloved, with her eyes evading mine as countless apprehensions and expectations are whirling a cyclone in her innocent mind.
I leave nothing to posterity. My beloved must have cut her belly by now. My inability to win one more army, one more kingdom has cost the life of my soldiers, my generals, my beloved and the grey soul within my brown skinned body is awaiting retribution.I have killed many and saved even more, but as the amber rays of the sun are inviting the denseness of the last dusk I shall witness in this life, I lie in peace. I smile. Not because a smile can mask a million sorrows, but because my mind,soul and heart were one whenever I set out to conquer. Many who live have been conquered. But I am dying unconquered...