Meeting Ares On the Battlefield

Out of the beginnings of a winter storm that would last for days A man clad in armor fashioned by Druids walked up in a gray haze He’s Walker the Warrior, a hush whispered into the crowd. He made barely a noise; his shield and sword silent, not a bit loud. I held my breath, for his reputation proves he is the boss. As he walked past me I caught a glimpse of a copper Celtic cross. He is a lone wolf, one man whispered a few feet next to me. That’s when I noticed the entity had no eyes that could see. His hood was empty, as was his armor. He was the Walker! Some of the others in the field scattered, not one squawker. He is the most intimidating entity I have seen. A god on the battlefield though when he puts on his mean. Reputed to be fashioned from Ares, on a mountain top in the sky We watched the Walker walk past us. He seemed to glide right on by. He took over at the front and led us to victory that fine day. We enjoyed the rest of the storm in our homes in hills far away.