(even though I will die alone, I dream)
As I breathe my last
And go back to dust
I will look at her with lust
My final stage cast,
Ask “is death a must”
Life flashing fast
Well lived and just
Reminiscing our past
The conquered quest
Once iron turned rust
In her arms I will rest
The one I trust
Even though I will die alone….. I dream, pray and fast

I liked this poem.
I might tweak the last line a little bit, to have it flow a little better with the rest of the poem.
Overall, it's a Very good poem.

Nice poem .