The Warriors

(poems go here) As the wrath of the dreaded beast Fadeth into the west Along with the path of the sun And the hope of the rest The knight stared with contempt Into the darkening sky Now with an ironclad promise To see this dreaded dragon die His village murmured with avidity At the audacity of this claim Some even laughed Towards this pathetic scheme for fame But this bold man never faltered From the oath he hath made For his brother was taken away In the jaws of the flying rage The knight gathered men Of the noblest creed For only the best Hath a chance to succeed They mounted their horses With no regret in mind For the dragon’s tyranny Was to rule for the last time Days and nights passeth With piercing winds and rain But these nights would persevere No matter what adversity came History would be written On this very day For the happiness of their people Would never sway After months of oppression From the inexplicable agents of Nature The knights arrived at the cave Of the dragon’s favor Swords in hand Shields in hold Armor on bodies Men of bold Storms turned silent To witness a battle That made the world And its lands rattle They ran in Shouting with fury Awakening the dragon Who saw his duty Flames thrown Swords swung Rage unleashed Deeds undone Men fell Bloody and bruised The dragon roared Hurt and abused As the last man stood To avenge his brother The dragon’s eyes met his For this attempt couldn’t be repeateth another The dragon stood Preparing to blast As the knight ran To stab its heart at last Flame in throat Wrath extinguished Promise fulfilled Tyranny diminished Twas a shame That this warrior would die So the cowardly villagers Would live with happy sighs But then again If lives always end, Perhaps these warriors Were not mistaken For they shan’t suffer from mortality As long as their people sing “The warriors defeated what we couldn’t The warriors surpass even our king!”