The Warrior's Route

A warrior's side is by his blade
Without fear he is made
A reckoning fury with no delay
The bitter ground is where he laid

No infinite glory would say
His bitter end would soon be grey
Without a shadow of doubt
He couldn't know this was his route

Lying on the ground without a sound
His thoughts of home are bound
The river's shore drag his weight
The bitter ground is where he lay.