The Battle

A Poem by Ghiasquared

Evil comes today, knocking once more
My promise shall stay, locked behind this door
Reaper leave me, I have no patience today
You are mistaken, for having come this way

I have found hope, no more will I yearn
My resolve is steadfast, quiet but stern
My will is strong, of hardened steel
Your blood will flow, from this sword I wield

The world fears you, as you walk its face
I will defend till death, if that is the case
Behind me I find, my family and friends
They have come, to help me defend

As your powers dissolve, from this fight
You better leave, you must take flight
For even the reaper, death can find
Awakening from the dream, this battle in my mind