"The Warrior"
He stood perfectly still
Watching his opponents every move
Seaching for that one flaw
When he did find it, he' d move in for the kill
He's weapon felt powerful in his hands
The cold iron waiting to strike fear
Throbbing to peel skin from his next adversary
To rip veins,tear muscles and crush bones
Blood would be sacrificed for his fair maiden
For she was his unyeilding force
Dying to defend her kingdom
The honor was granted upon the warrior
His jouney was at it's end
To kill or be killed
To uphold truth and justice
He would fight his foe to the death
He played out the final conflict in his mind
But could not forsee the outcome
He didn't know his final faith
Victor or the fallin warrior
Fightin for his beloved princess
To save her kingdom from the grasp of doom
Many honorable knights parished in a sea of blood
Forgotten in the mist of time
He grew tired of the battles
The stuggles of ultimate control
Never fearing the conclusion
Just moving on to the next challenge
He longed to be by his fair maiden
To be bathed with her beauty
Touched by her presents
Never knowing if her soul would touch his heart once more
So many foes crushed beneath his iron
Countless enemys twisted by his mighty blade
Slowly dying, tortured,beheaded by the uncaring warrior
Dead a final interlude in their merge depleted lifes
The end was near or a new beginning
Only the almighty one knew the outcome
The warriors faith was in god's hands
In the lords grasp,to pulverize or exist another day
His adversary's forearm flinched but a fraction
Destiny awaited the warriors reaction
The hopes of millions of people rested on is cold blade
Conquer or be conquered
His formable opposer thrust home the first blow
Pain stabbed, metal slashed tissue from the warriors side
Blood started oozing from the gash
Seepin in, flowing inside his armor
The warrior's counterattack was unmericful
He swung his iron for freedom
No one was going to take his dreams away
His princess awaited his victory
He struck out at his opponent
Sword breathin to feel his emenys blood
Hungry to peirce this demons flesh
To sent it back to the gate of hell
The blade found its mark, veins exploded
Tearing into monster's shoulder
Bones bursting, crushed, molding with steel
Fitting end, tissue crying
Falling to it's knees, the imp screamed
For the love of his fair maiden, he beheaded it
The future was sealed, evil suppressed
Final stand, the warrior cryed