(G)lorious Death

Hundreds lay at his feet
Sweat trickled down his forehead
The one that was approaching seemed like the last
He loosened the reins of his horse
And rode into the approaching one
One swift move and the enemy was slayed
Only then did he notice
The dagger struck in his torso
He had no regrets, for they had won
He held his head high
And with a bow to the battlefield
Said his final goodbye.

Note: This flash fiction is by Kripali blogging at Sumptuous Living for the #atozchallenge for letter ‘G’



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