Last Man:

For  Ayndria

Women, as far as the eyes can see Furiously fighting for our lives At the edge of a grassy sea Undulating Weapons and armor glistening Tall Short Fat Slim Pretty Ugly Unwavering Fire in their stomachs Death in their hands No prisoners, no mercy Those who fell early were the lucky ones. Untiring and unstoppable Incessantly humming We never stood a goddamn chance Outsmarted and overwhelmed Outgunned from the beginning Unlike any foe we've ever met Wave after wave of furious death I'm the last man The last man standing They fell around me like flies Sprawled on a green and red carpet Writhing Screaming Unmoving The dead and the dying Missing limbs Heads Feet Hands Disembowelled torsos Haphazardly arranged Male and female Cold, cloudless, a fine sunny day Looks like Satan had a yard sale I'm proud of my men Damn it! They fought well Valiantly But for every thrust, every hack of my blade Two , three, maybe more of them fell God has to be a comic I alone survived the carnage How else do you explain it? Bloodied and unscathed Protected by some weird spell The unwitting eyewitness A garish landsape from hell On the move again Running... The hunter has become the hunted Running... I'm no quitter, far from it I'm simply the last man The last man standing They're pursuing me Doggedly Focused I can hear it Hour after hour Night after night Their battle song Powerful, varying intensity Droning on and on and on.... Like some gigantic, insane killer bee It's getting under my skin We are women We are warriors We will win! Caught a glimpse of her from the top of the last hill Their leader Urging them on with her presence and her will Success at all cost. Regal, astride a milk-white horse. Back straight, at the front of the fray Billowing, a sail on a breezy day Colored like a sunset, her waist-length hair Arrogant motherfucker! The woman has no fear As long as she leads they'll follow As long as they follow she'll lead They are a pack in heat My life, my head is what they need. On the move again. Running... I am not a coward. Running... I'm a seasoned warrior but... I'm the last man. The last freaking man standing It's just a matter of time now.

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