My icy tears run down my face,
Living in the darkness and mist.
Infinite amounts of empty space,
Clenching my anger in my fists.
My soul is dark and incomplete,
Standing in silence looking at my feet.
He enters, and cautiously scans the room,
He doesn't know that I shall be his doom.
I sprint toward him with my weapon drawn,
He shall never see another dawn.
I counter every move he pulls,
he is surly a king of fools.
It appears he is about to fall,
but suddenly he comes back with a call.
He lunges at me with his hammer,
It hits me and I stumble and stammer.
I can not counter his powerful blows,
and soon my fear begins to show.
I have lost the fight,
His body radiates with light.
gripping the handle of my blade,
As the isle begins to fade.
He stands over me but I will not cry,
even though I am about to..die.
