I am already dead, my life
Extinguished by his final breath
And now I have no earthly cause
To fear a second, lesser death.
Although I was not by his side
I felt the cold steel pierce my heart
And in the blinking of an eye
The world I knew was torn apart.
The blade that took his life and let it
Seep into this blood-soaked soil
With one swift stroke cut through the ties
That bound me to this mortal coil.
So when I turn and ride to meet
The charge of the advancing foe
Do not attempt to hold me back
I hear him call. I have to go.
And if young men should chance to ask
Why I fell fighting in their stead
Pray tell them of my love and say
“Grieve not. He was already dead.”