A sword plunged into my breast as I choke upon my final breaths.

My killer smiling down through silver as my body turns cold, yet still I linger.

I know that death is approaching, I feel it’s cloak against my back and its breath breathing down my neck.

I continue to stare green eyes on blue as he stands above pondering what next to do.

Leave me here or watch the light fade away?

You’d think this decision was any other day.

But death looked down upon my form and perhaps it decided with a hint of scorn that I must continue on.

For my attacker gasped as I found the strength to plunge my sword into his neck.

His last thoughts must have been that I perished, but sadly, failed to die and I saw the light leave his eyes.