Even the invincible warrior fell,
To the foulest and mightiest of any spell,
Although a dragon in pure might alone,
He was still defeated by the unknown.
In a blazing inferno he met with his demise,
It was all too soon and to his surprise,
One last strike with his spear as he let out a roar,
One last attempt to even the unfair score.
He stood yet a man born to this world of chaos and bloodshed,
Out on the battlefield he was feared as a god without equal,
No matter the foe he could not simply lose,
No matter the number he would not experience a single bruise.
All his life he knew nothing except war,
All his life he did nothing but battling,
No one could ever stand before his might,
Neither defeat nor death was ever an option.
His might rivaled even the greatest of beasts,
His spear more lethal than the hottest of flames,
His name was sung across the land,
His appearance caused fear in any man.
They said no man could ever wound him no matter how many,
Although at the end of the day he was just like any,
A man of both flesh and of course of blood,
But no fear no weakness no nothing to exploit.
The mightiest samurai that ever lived,
The word peace not in his code of honor,
On his horse with his spear he often rode,
A samurai was what his destiny had bestowed.
In a blazing inferno the dragon finally went,
The most powerful foe to incineration was sent,
The afterlife now awaits indeed,
Even the mightiest of dragons could actually bleed.
Personally, I think this is my worst ever poem xP It's more of an "honor of remembrance" to a character than anything else. Comment if you like...
To the foulest and mightiest of any spell,
Although a dragon in pure might alone,
He was still defeated by the unknown.
In a blazing inferno he met with his demise,
It was all too soon and to his surprise,
One last strike with his spear as he let out a roar,
One last attempt to even the unfair score.
He stood yet a man born to this world of chaos and bloodshed,
Out on the battlefield he was feared as a god without equal,
No matter the foe he could not simply lose,
No matter the number he would not experience a single bruise.
All his life he knew nothing except war,
All his life he did nothing but battling,
No one could ever stand before his might,
Neither defeat nor death was ever an option.
His might rivaled even the greatest of beasts,
His spear more lethal than the hottest of flames,
His name was sung across the land,
His appearance caused fear in any man.
They said no man could ever wound him no matter how many,
Although at the end of the day he was just like any,
A man of both flesh and of course of blood,
But no fear no weakness no nothing to exploit.
The mightiest samurai that ever lived,
The word peace not in his code of honor,
On his horse with his spear he often rode,
A samurai was what his destiny had bestowed.
In a blazing inferno the dragon finally went,
The most powerful foe to incineration was sent,
The afterlife now awaits indeed,
Even the mightiest of dragons could actually bleed.
Personally, I think this is my worst ever poem xP It's more of an "honor of remembrance" to a character than anything else. Comment if you like...
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