Warrior's Glide

by Thomas   Jan 1, 2014


A fiery glance, shot from afar,
reaching to hit the warrior
in flames -
His armor lost, his wounds mending,
None shall stop the bleeding
of his enemies, a curse to bear
for those who dare -
The enemy he faces, oh, the enemy
whom dared lunge for him, the enemy
will fall this day.

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