A mighty man
With an army of strenght
A warrior against those
Who fought against and not with
As he led his men
He fought bravely in battle
No one ever defeated him
War was his passion
He was not just brute strength
He was a cunning man with intellect
Bloodshed was not all he sought
Alliances is what this beleaguer wanted
But when it’s time to for him to spill enemies blood
A sword is swung and he attacks with fury
He shows no mercy as rage fill his eyes
Do not get in his way, you will end up dead
Battle was his playground
And he never lost
He was the bravest warrior
To walk the land
His legend now lives on for good
Though he is one who long lost past
He still leads his men to battle
As a warrior’s spirit never dies
Jan 23, 2014
Jan 23, 2014 at 8:40 PM UTC
A mighty man
With an army of strenght
A warrior against those
Who fought against and not with
As he led his men
He fought bravely in battle
No one ever defeated him
War was his passion
He was not just brute strength
He was a cunning man with intellect
Bloodshed was not all he sought
Alliances is what this beleaguer wanted
But when it’s time to for him to spill enemies blood
A sword is swung and he attacks with fury
He shows no mercy as rage fill his eyes
Do not get in his way, you will end up dead
Battle was his playground
And he never lost
He was the bravest warrior
To walk the land
His legend now lives on for good
Though he is one who long lost past
He still leads his men to battle
As a warrior’s spirit never dies
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