A poem by WikiMalik~
'WARRIOR's CREED"
I'm a warrior built of sand,
Here to fight winds of fate.
My blade is thirsty for dirty blood,
My flesh is burning to get cut.
I challenge the dwellers of lion's den,
Don't wake me from the slumber again.
And when my sword comes out of sheathe,
Hundreds or more may loose their breathe.
My arrow never misses when loaded in bow,
My spear's every throw kills three in a row.
I carve my destiny with point of my daggers,
Death gives way when I'm in my swaggers.
If I flinch from fear, stab my heart,
Romancing with danger, fills my lust.
I vow to protect the weak, defy the crime,
Bad guys on the run your head is mine.
I wish to die fighting for the right,
Unlucky I'm they run at my sight.
Killing is my way and every night I pray,
Show me the man who'll kill me someday.
My war is my creed & when I'm gone,
Place my sword close to my bones.
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