A Hero Unexpected
Armor of gold and blades of light,
eyes silver and gold, fluorescent and bright.
Kind in words and strong in will,
never an undeseverving soul would he kill.
A child at sight yet old is he,
older than four-thousand cycles he be.
Akin to legend and son of myth.
Above all he'd stand, the forgemaster smith.
With blades in many and relics a few,
forever does he live, ever born anew.
A hero he claims yet is known by none,
regardless he stands with humanity as one.
Ludari, a child of Uruk is he,
Older than four-thousand cycles he be.
Forever he stands as the guardian of fate,
Let us pray and hope that he is never too late.
Copyright © Oliver Liore | Year Posted 2014
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