On the edge of battle

Hidden in the shadows

I wait - I am on the lookout

The souls of your brothers

Those already fallen

Are gathered behind me

Pebbles piling up

Like a shrine

Waiting

For your demise perhaps

That of your enemies

For the end of the fight and for glory

As the swords hack and slash

Thrust and bang

The sound of metal on metal filling the air

Still

I wait

I watch, patient

I count the wounds and the drops of blood

Assessing your skills

Judging your valor

Your worth

The weight of your soul

As I turn it

Into yet another pebble

To add to the shrine building up behind me

For the glory of War

For Honor and for Death

For that is all 

That is left

When the pebbles topple

And the battle ends