Wednesday, November 9, 2011

The Conceded Warrior

There once was a heroic warrior

That would travel to great lengths

To challenge monster or man

To bestow his strengths

Once he drew his sword

Lords would sing and the heavens opened

His skill is a great reward

But there came a day

In which he couldn’t dream of

A monster of such wickedness

Would stand before him

Grunting and growling he seemed limitless

Eyes blood red claws like knives

The conceded warrior did not think much

It was he who beaten bigger creatures

Monsters and demon with one touch

At once the sword was drawn

Clashing with claws

But it was then when the heroic warrior

Took his last brave breath due to Satan’s paws