Steadily attacking, Atlus, a man far from classless saw the shallow foe brooding in the tower.
He gathered no one and steadily attacks on his own with nothing but his will brooding in the tower.
He is the man of the shore with his independence intact and his strength bearing brooding in the tower.
The clang of armor and sword were all he needed as they were an elegant pair brooding in the tower.
His shallow foe is taken down with ease and darkness is lifted off the land from the work of our not so classless friend brooding in the tower.
He leaves with his independence higher than ever and is the model of a true being the highest standard one can have as he controls the tower with armor and sword intact and his spirit held high.
The second in a series of poems about a character named Atlus.