The Dusk Warrior

However you look at it, I'm still a sunset warrior...

Dusk sinks in the west, and the wind howls across the wasteland. The warrior stands bare-chested, covered in wounds, with only a sword in his grasp. The setting sun stains the blade, and the blood upon it has yet to dry. Though strength has left him and his body is spent, his pride remains. He gazes at the distant sky, as if awaiting someone.