Author Helen Hoyt Warrior,Will you fight?I die for want of death.Challenger,Fight!I faint under your breath.Now goes thrustAnd thrust.I am struck, struck again—Ah—slain!And I who slew,I, too,Am slain. . . .Dropping without word;With broken sword. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments