The Warrior's Flame

Oh, There Was A Maiden Most Fair 

Who Was A Treasure Most Rare.

But Woe!

She Was Cursed 

To Be Wed To The Worst. 

A Dread Lord

Of A UnDead Horde.

A Necromancer Most Foul

And A Cancer Who Prowled.

 Shame Tormented The Poor Dame.

But A Fresh Wind Blows

From The Kind Lands Of Snow.

From Out Of  His Kingdom 

A Fearsome Warrior Is Come.

On A Horse Of Black

He Held A Course Towards The Castle of The Dread Lord Under The Crack Of Dawn.

His Brawn Reinforced With Armor Of Dragon Bone

He Blew A Horn Through The Morn.

He Burst Into The Lands Of The Dread Lord Slaying All Of His Cursed Horde

As The Maiden Was Praying, Her Spirit Soared With Hope.

The Warrior Charged Up The Slope Towards The Dread Lords Fortress

His Goal To Slay The Heartless Lord.

His Blade He Did Not Stayed

As He Slayed All Who Preyed.

Finally He Met The Dread Lord In Battle

As The Necromancers Horde Lay Dead Like Cattle.

His Blade In Flames

Against A Shade Without Name.

The Warrior Did Thrust 

At The Unjust.

The Dread Lord No Match

He Was Dispatched.

The Warrior's Flame 

Now Snuffed Out The Maiden's Shame.

Now The Battle Is Won

And The Maiden And The Warrior Are One.