Highlander
Born a lover, man of valor and strength
Admiration of women, eyes in length
Head of the valiant
Power acquired from assailant
Might relinquished at hand
Born to conquer by hand
From the sword lives the strong
Bold and louder than a gong
Name etched on stones to lead
Fame carved on skins to bleed
Highlander is the warrior
Half-man and half-sorcerer
Skilled to live and conquer
Fated to last like a meteor
Hundreds of years he has lived
Real or myth, not short-lived
To kill is to survive with dolor
To die is to live with honor
Villains of various characters
Attempted to deceive as praters
Enemies wearing tatters
Bearing signs and symbols of partners
Charlatans in images of beasts
Or allies of antagonist that feasts
No one has yet silenced
Voice of protagonist in valence
The name remains the same
Under a curse he lived without shame
Redemption for every kill on his list
Contrition and pains in his whist
Gorged with uncontrollable dreams
Scourge of endless reams
Hands of stone that's blown
Heart of own that groan
Immortality is the prize of existence
Mortality as the wager of penitence
Sword is a sign of the Cross
A token of torments embossed
Balance of justice he lived for
Weights of toils he'll die for
Hero or heel, he asked
Brewed or screwed, he basked
A King in his right to live
A slave in his sight to give
Blood in his own vein that whines
Soul in a body that grinds
Highlander is the title coined
Man of justice in his cry conjoined
Love in his heart will stand tall
Over heroism or barbarism of the fall
Love will prevail in the heart of the Highlander
Destined to outlast, not falter
There can only be one...
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