Alone he sits upon his faithful horse, both weary of life
Passions within his chest have burnt down to smoldering embers
The once firm muscles in his body are reduced to soft flesh
Winter's freezing breath robs him of air
Around him trees of the forest are stripped naked by the winter's wind
With every nerve on fire the last warrior awaits the approaching enemy
The enemy takes her time as she must not be too hasty to attack
The bear and her cub are ravishingly hungry after stalking their prey
She bides her time waiting for visible movement
He is weaken by the lengthy battle against man's worst predator
Savage wounds blend streams of blood distorting the war paint on his body
Breathing a final prayer the last warrior straigthens his slumped form
For what seems like eternity the she-bear crouch in the shadows
The last warrior gives a mighty roar and leaps into the darkness below
With heart pounding widely he sinks into the valley of the vast unknown
The time has come for him to begin the journey into the underworld
