To Live By The Sword
In a time where there was hatred all around
A young warrior came to be,
He traveled the world with sword in hand
Exterminating the vile criminals.
He lived and breathed Just and Truth
His dream to bring upon peace and harmony,
Never once did he give into temptation
He lived by the sword, that he did.
He roamed and wondered
Seeing all the blood and crystal tears
Spilt from the innocent and pure,
But hardened by time he kept moving on.
This is the life
That this warrior has chosen,
To live by his sword
And to avenge the fallen.
Countless battles he’s fought
His hands stained with black blood,
His task seemingly endless
Determined to finish, that he is.
What it means to live by the sword
Is one of Honor and Pride,
To protect the weak and downtrodden
With the blood of the filth.
This poem was written by Adrian Whelan on May 23, 2008.
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