I m Not Going to Die Today

A cycle of poems «Warrior Won't Hurt a Child»

In the dawn's first light, where shadows stretch and yawn, 
A warrior stands tall, with the strength of ages drawn. 
His armor gleams like starlight, though dented and worn, 
Each scar tells a story, of battles fought and sworn.

The drums of war are pounding, a symphony of fate, 
With every heartbeat echoing, he knows it’s not too late. 
He feels the weight of history, the whispers in the breeze, 
The spirits of his ancestors urging him to seize.

I’m not going to die today, I’ll rise against the storm, 
With fire in my veins and a heart that’s brave and warm. 
Though the arrows rain like thunder, and the swords clash all around, 
I’ll fight for every moment, I’ll stand my sacred ground.

The battlefield is raging, with cries that pierce the air, 
He sees his brothers falling, but he won’t show despair. 
For every life that’s taken, for every tear that’s shed, 
He fights with fierce determination, for the living and the dead.

The banners wave like thunderclouds, a tempest in the sky, 
With courage as his armor, he won’t let hope die. 
He remembers all the laughter, the love that filled his days, 
And in the face of darkness, he ignites a brighter blaze.

I’m not going to die today, I’ll rise against the storm, 
With fire in my veins and a heart that’s brave and warm. 
Though the arrows rain like thunder, and the swords clash all around, 
I’ll fight for every moment, I’ll stand my sacred ground.

As the sun begins to set, painting crimson on the field, 
He feels the weight of destiny; it’s time to make his shield. 
With every breath a promise, with every strike a vow, 
To honor those who’ve fallen; he won’t let them down.

And when the final hour comes, with darkness closing in, 
He’ll stand amidst the chaos, knowing he fought to win. 
For in his heart a fire burns, a legacy of light, 
An ancient warrior’s spirit that will never fade from sight.

I’m not going to die today, I’ll rise against the storm, 
With fire in my veins and a heart that’s brave and warm. 
Though the arrows rain like thunder, and the swords clash all around, 
I’ll fight for every moment, I’ll stand my sacred ground.

So let them tell my story, let it echo through the ages, 
Of a warrior who stood firm when faced with endless stages. 
For as long as hearts remember and as long as legends stay, 
I’ll live on in their courage—I’m not going to die today.