Back Against the Wall – A Heroic Fantasy Poem by Philip Wardlow


Back  Against the Wall


Back against a wall I stand,

with my adversaries spread before me;

five, ten, twenty?

I have lost count.

They see the moon from overhead

reflected in my brown eyes;

steady and unwavering.

Think they have me trapped

in this blind alley I did

turn down?

By chance or choice I took the turn;

they’ll never know as

I give them a grin.

Who’s the better man?

Who shall be the first to

come take my blade I say.

They come; either silent or cursing,

Yet still they fall before me.

My blade was destined to taste

their blood it seems.

Death is my partner in this dance, but it is

I who lead and directs my dear partner’s


…and it is only I who leaves

this dark alley for home with the moon

now behind a cloud and gone from

my dark eyes.

By Philip Wardlow 2012

7 thoughts on “Back Against the Wall – A Heroic Fantasy Poem by Philip Wardlow”

    1. You have to put your self in a man’s perspective…it’s anything but sad…:)….btw he’s not dead of the end if that’s what your thinking..
      Thanks for the read Becca.

      1. Well… a man likes a challenge…he likes to triumphant against impossible odds…he like to test his limits and come out the other side…perhaps not all men are like this…but some are thrill seekers..some wanna be heroes…some want to save the damsel in distress..some like a difficult woman to chase rather than the woman that will fall at their feet…its in their psyche..their make up they cant help it…:)

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