THE WARRIOR’S WAY
- Metallus
I walk the valley of shadows and I never shed a tear.
Darkness seems to sing in a voice that no one cares to hear.
I close my eyes and begin to dream.
I wake up to your silent screams.
My eyes behold the truth of your lies.
I know my life may end tonight.
Finally the walking dead will appear.
And fill my mind with deathly fear.
I choose to lie awake at nights.
Frightened of the unholy lights.
Evil treads into my sight.
I rise and deliver a holy smite.
A cold wind blows the ashes to my face.
Crimson blood drips from my killer mace.
A body torn apart by my rage.
Like an animal, I return to my cage.
Every day the thirst grows stronger.
Yet I strive to live a little longer.
Years come and years go by.
For me, all seasons are empty and dry.
My life takes another twist.
Bending like a contortionist.
In the distance I beheld my funeral pyre,
Setting my soul on blood red fire.
Mace in left and sword in right,
I bellowed a war cry with all my might.
A ghostly apparition of my foe appeared,
Many brave men quaked with fear.
At last my iron luck had run out.
This was to be my end without a doubt.
A fate predicted by many a priest and crone.
The challenge lay for one whom none would mourn.
Brave knights prayed and princesses cried.
Well wishes flowed in like a sparkling tide.
But, the tide froze like a winter chill.
On this land, only blood will spill.
With all his might my foe did charge,
A smile spread across his ghostly visage.
In his wake I followed suit.
But in my mind I was not resolute.
Swords sang and maces clashed.
In the dark skies, red lightening flashed.
I matched his every evil stroke.
Against my will, his vicious blades broke.
He fell to the ground, his many wounds bled.
With a savage stroke I claimed his head.
The pyre took his body, dead.
And this is how my rage was fed.
I held aloft my trophy to the skies.
Young maidens ran forth declaring love that never dies.
Brave knights honored me with lands and wealth.
But, I cared not for their wasted breath.
The priests and crones, together they cried.
Their prophecy I had defied.
Late at nights awake I lie.
None would tell me when I could die.
PS - Metallus doesnt have the guts to post this wonderful poem himself, so I am posting it on his behalf.
