T'was on the broken battlefield,
Defeat closed in, I meant to yield,
But as I turned to flee in fear,
Saphira whispered in my ear,
Courage, courage, little one,
Fight on until the battle's won,
And should you fall at your foe's blade,
Then this day was a Rider made,
Fighting when he nearly ran,
He rather chose to fall a man.
I turned and drew my sword up high,
Charged and roared a battle cry.
I met my foe and then we clashed,
Dodged and swung and punched and slashed,
Until at last I threw him down,
Our blood pooled on the muddy ground.
Staggered back, I hunched and fell,
Glad to know that I'd fought well,
Proud to know the battle won,
But most of all that I'd not run.