The Blessed Paladin
The time is coming
the dead will soon rise
and devour your family
before you own eyes.
The forgotten wizard
tired of a life in caves
made a dark pact for
the power he craves.
Zombie and vampires from their grave.
A lone warrior stands,
Whos destiny is to save.
With sword and shield he places his faith.
With a stab and a hack
he fought the beasts back
but he is hurt badly
and all fades to black
stone walls and little light
he woke with a fright
and tried to stand in vain
he was hurt and fell to the pain.
He was in a chapel to the wise god
where he prayed to him for help
he was granted shining armor and sword
His mighty god made him to smite the whelp
The undead were strong
but he was a hoss
he killed them all
and showed demons who's boss
blade in hand he made his way
to the massive dark tower
where the necromancers stay
He rallied the soldiers
The barbarians and thieves
the mages and assassins
armed to their sleeves.
He made his own army
their might was astounding
the battle began
with each strike resounding
They fought with all their hearts
stabbing and sliceing
and putting to use their magical arts.
put an end to most of the plauge
But the leader of this blight
in the very tip top
made another demonic rite.
he killed the whole army except for one.
The blessed one stood immune to it all
his armor scratched, his shield long lost,
his sword bloodied alone he stood tall
The Paladin from now he would be known
The wizards fear stood true.
he cast his spell to little effect
he was soon run through
his soul then was claimed.
Beaten and wounded in the worst way.
he walk out of the tower into morning light
he fell to his knees and began to pray
for his army, his brothers, his men
may the gods above to take them all in
Again all things went black
he was gone this time
there was no coming back
he sat next to the gods in the sky
everyone rejoiced and everyone cried
the darkness was gone and many lived
and just as many had died
They saved the day
and yet lived on
in a way
the songs sang and tales told
The paladin was brave
the paladin was bold
the paladin was a savior
for the young and the old
Copyright © Brent Becker | Year Posted 2010
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