The vampire hunter

one of my early poems although it was edited several times.

An armor as black as night,

A sword that holds heaven’s light,

A cross in hand; gives him delight,

In darkness the hunter walks; out of sight,

He never knew love, his life a fight.

A hunter so fast, strong, and bright,

He hunt the fiends with godly might,

He never lost until that night.

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Ready for the hunt with sword in hand,

He roamed all night across the land,

He slayed, he bled yet tall he stand,

To hunt them all, that he planned,

His plans all failed that night.

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That night he saw a shade, l

He drew his sword, then he prayed;

Oh lord, help me, guide my blade,

Oh lord, for my sins my soul I paid.

His soul he risks in there tonight.

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On his target his eyes were locked,

He moved close, but then he stopped,

Petrified he stood, his sword he dropped,

He closed his eyes, he felt drugged,

He was lost with just one sight.

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She stood there, so nice, so fair,

An angel, he thought; with dark red hair.

For long they stood, for long they stared,

With no words said, the thought they shared,

The hunt will end in here tonight.

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Opened his mouth, no words to say,

His hands felt week, his sword he kicked away,

His might was gone, his heart won’t stay,

The cross he broke, he lost his way,

Love is his god this night.

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He hunt no more from that night,

His prey took away his heart,

Her face is now what gives him might.

And in her name, he start to fight,

Her eyes are now his guiding light,

Their love will live in endless night.

Author's Note

any constructive criticism is welcomed, I know I have an issue with punctuation and I will be thankful for any guidelines in that matter.