Nameless

All his strengths would not matter. His wisdom was useless with this enemy.
Amid meadows, scores of people that he loved stood behind him,
he guarding them, like he had in all his life, never looking back.

The wind was blowing into him. He, who was the bravest of them all.
The people he fought for in all years, comrades who owed their lives to him,
were all helpless watching. Not one, not them all together could help.

Hastening his heavy breaths, raising his face, slowly drawing his katana,
He opened his eyes, facing his lone last battle, he stood no chance.
“Oblivion! Here I come!”, he yelled, as he ran towards the setting Sun.