In a hand he wielded a sword, a sword of gold and sapphire .

In another he grasped a shield, a shield drenched in flames and fire.

Hacking and slashing his way through an army of zombies and ghouls.

He came unto an enchanted forest infested with living dead wolves.

As he rested taking a breath, a breath this brave bladen.

Glazing upon a cobble well saw an angel, a fair maiden.

The angel inquired, feeling the knight’s despair ,of his quest.

Burned alive by he beast were his unborn child and wife dearest.

Plunging herself in well bid him farewell the angel of avenge.

But not before she warned the knight of his shallow revenge.

Thunders screeched across heavens, devouring combustion filled the air.

All creatures fled the scene, our warrior hero nay budged a hair.

With eyes as that of a demon and his amor weak and frail.

He slid his vengeful sword through the mighty beast’s grail.

Upon returning victorious the crib sits silent just as before.

He roams the streets at night piecing his heart back together,

whore after whore.