Battle Cry

The warrior, and the wind, a shadow of the night,

To fight, and to win, to serve the only one,

The death, and the chaos, all the anger that is seen,

Affects none, just the one, as life is all but gone.

Willpower and might, the strength to carry on,

Do not stop, do not cower, let your drive move you forward,

As one in the same, greed, madness, and fear,

Cannot tame, cannot stop, the beast from emerging.

This warrior, this wielder, of the sword one holds,

A glory to behold, a blade to uncover,

Strike and annihilate, demons in the wake,

Quake and decipate all enemies, defending.

In the midst of a battlefield, a spear left spared,

Cracked but not broken, no life, but no fear,

One sword has come, to take the war by storm,

One lord, last fight, of a world still torn.