The swordsman

A lone man breaths heavily
readying himself for war
hearing deaths outside the gates
as he sits upon on the floor

his battle hardened armor
glimmers on his chest
with a beautiful incantation
embedded in the crest

he fastens his breastplate
as he fingers its magnificent design
he focuses his body
focuses his mind

fastening his pant legs
tightly knotting both his shoes
placing armor around his waist
preparing for what he's destined to do

he nods his head in prayer
with his double edged sword by his side
a fearless, battle-hardened slayer
waiting for his time to die

he adjusts his long black cape
his sheathed sword in hand
his cold black eyes
could terrify any man

his built 6 foot frame
thin but very strong
his light but firm armor
could never do him wrong

He brushes his short black hair
away from his young face
19 years of fighting
and killing is his grace

feelings of nostalgia
returned him to a distant plane
where he destroyed many people
how beautifully they were slain

all they fall to his feet
some begging for their lives
"where's your sense of honor!" he said
"take your fate and die"

refocusing his mind to battle
looking at war as far as he can see
his eyes grow cold and evil
as he laughs sinisterly

his double edge sword in hand
finally out of its shell
this battle hardened swordsman
rushes off to fight in hell.

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if you guys ever seen or played fire emblem, the character Marth inspired me to do this poem.