Beaststalker

It is in my face,
Breathing hard,
Draining all my bravery.
My axes are drawn,
One each hand,
Sweat laden with my fear.
Its teeth are gleaming,
Tearing me to shreds,
Without even touching me,
I'm already dead.
My gun is its enemy,
But that is far behind my back,
No way to win,
No chance to live,
Too late to turn back.
My glare matches the bloodshot eyes,
With only half the power,
But I show my strength,
I show my honor,
Everything that I stand for.
For I fight for land, for freedom for family,
Everything that means anything in this world.
I will not fall this evening,
Until I have done all I can,
This will be my final strife,
My final calling.
I bring my axes to the ready,
Its claws are already upon me,
And as the first blow is struck,
We are echoes in the night.