Sat upon a blood spattered horse.
Proud and true.
Silver sword held aloft, Staggering Brilliance against the bloody sky.
Cries of war and pain reflect no Image upon his steely features. His Armour glinting in the ruby Moon beams.
Fiery torches held high across the scarred battle field.
Violent winds and Icy rain drive into His face shrouded by a helmet and blood