Hero

Given in solemn promise An Oath to always Defend Those things held most precious God.. Country.. and friends The creak of well oiled armor the heft of a sword well worn the gift of the ability to protect the weight of duty borne With a promise to walk with honor a young knight rises to the task given by traitorous advisors to guard a lonesome pass Sly, sneaky and underhanded traitors plot a monarchs demise soulless assassins cut through the night brought short by stern unflinching eyes He drew his sword and made ready to withstand the charge of fate knowing it would be the one against the many knowing aid would come to late Resolute against their wickedness his stature seemed to grow and as blades flash all around him he felt the world begin to slow He stood firm and steady as blades sought to pierce his back and knew what must be accomplished despite all that he might lack And though assassins fell around him their blades in turn drank deep his destiny plain before him to join them soon in sleep He stands alone in silence now honored to have done his best a final thought passes through his mind to give him eternal rest A hero is not a man invincible to all beneath the sun a hero simply refuses to die until the job is done