Sole Survivor

A sole survivor,
At the edge of the cliff,
Surrounded by enemies,
No escape,

Them wolves ready to pounce on him,
A step more he goes down the cliff,
Death is before and after him,
Fear has draped itself over him,

Moments shall come,
Soon to nil,
Mustering all his will,
He jumps off the cliff,

Rolling and tumbling,
Bashed and bruised,
Bleeding, in pain,
He reaches the base,

Concious of his pain,
Unconscious of his bearings,
Dead or alive?
Hardly his guess,

With sheer will,
He stands on his feet,
Swiftly disappearing into the jungle,
In search of a sage.