The wind dances through my hair,
As I dance with the danger in the air,
Like the breeze, my slashes start
Here again, then I depart

Swish slash
Draw, repeat

I count the hits,
Only three more,
My mood changes
Death is in store.

Swish slash
Draw, repeat

Quick, dash
Away from defeat

I've won,
it's true
There's nothing you can do
I've beaten you!

Swish slash, draw, repeat
Quick, dash away from defeat

But I'm caught astray
I've lost the fray?
Pain overtakes me,
Drawing me from defeat.

I'm beat.

But I'm not hurt,
Not by my wounds,
Or all my blood
Sinking to the floor.

As my life ends, my only wish is...
To feel the wind's dance once more.

Penned by my hand on the 3rd of Mayan, in the year 647 AF.