From the darkness he shall walk,
His eyes blaze with a fire of pain,
Tighting his grip on the hilt he shall never talk,
Upon his charger he watches knowing only to wait,
With a kick of his heel he barrels down upon them,
A frown upon his face covered in blood hot and freash,
blood over flowing like wine flowing over a goblets rim,
AS he pulls his blade from another mans flesh,
As tears fall from his eyes he calls out to the skies,
The wind answers back with a demonic howl,
Turning to find a new beast stareing him in the eyes,
This wolf like creature lets loose a wicked growl,
As he breaths deep a pain flares bright,
His hands find warmth running from his armored side,
Staggering back he smiles knowing he wont win the fight,
he rushes in hands empty for he wants to die.
