A warrior amongst the grass,
moving swiftly with the wind.
Battling the forces of evil,
Without an ally beside.
Alone and strong,
this protector guards reality.
Combating night to protect the day.
The blade of darkness strikes.
The stench of sweat radiates,
From a worn down man.
Covered with blood,
He collapses into the earth.
Amongst the spirits,
His begins to drift.
The world begins to slow,
As darkness consumes a warrior-less world.
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Author:
Alfred Lord Tennyson (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: January 8th, 2019 07:37
- Category: Fantasy
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