Saturday, October 31, 2015

"The Warrior"
He went by many names
Some called him Hope
While others referred to him as Justice
Protector of the weak, sick, young, and old

He whispered in from the night
and left without a trace
Evil feared him, Demons ran
Yet his heart was childlike

He missed his kind
For he was the last
Memories flooded back
The battle within, he closed his eyes

Below him was Evil
The Horde had returned
He took a deep breath and smiled
Death from Above.

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