A Warrior

My sword I wield towards the sun, covered in blood..
shouting out my final battlecry.
Refusing to surrender I will avange the fallen ones.
My shield is my guardian, my blade is justice.
The armor i wear my shepard, as i burst into the furious army of my nemesis.
No mercy, but pierced flesh i will leave behind.
I hear the begging of my enemies, not to kill, which makes me stronger, and still death is what they deserve.
My guard is down, as i looked over my shoulder... a clinging sound.....
Slashed by my rival, through my chest, razor sharp metal terror, with deep dark red dripping rubies...
which is my blood..
Down on my knees i drop, slowly looking up to the sky, and looking down into the eyes of my predator.
Smiling... and struggling to say.... ''Thank you... My Friend... For setting me free...''
the sword retracts, and the warrior had fallen, lost the war, but gained salvation.....
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