The Battle Before Morn

I softly walk down the forest plain
Mountain breeze in my golden hair
With hint of coming fallen rains
All swimming across clouded air

My armors, faithful as can be,
Shines dimly in this hazed filled night,
Many an unknown eyes upon me I see
Here alone, in this haze of an evening twilight

Rustle of sounds unseen
Slight grin crinkles my eyes
Around, such silent forest, or so it seems
“Come out!” I shout, “Come out from where you hide!”

Evil laugher besieges the forest
I lift up my trust-worthy ax
Just as there came a crashing noise
And out came an enemy from my past

Grinning in a sure smile
I beckon to him, the evil great warrior
“What has taken you so long a while?
Looks like you got yourself cornered.”

He snarled and jumped onto me
I blocked his sword in a loud ringing Clash!
Then I jumped away free
His huge dragon sword came down into a empty crash

I turn my face to him and grin
He quickly looked up at me
And he says, “your not gonna win!
“I will make sure to set your head free!”

Coldly he started to sneer
Venom spittle in his decaying eyes
The forest around trembles in fear
With lighting striking across the fading sky

Ominous the silent became
The wild of the forest, in that moment tamed
And closer, a walking death, he came
To continue the deadly game

Suddenly with a flash
Onward he flew onto me
Hacking a wild slash
I block with my shield and jump away free

Quickly I turn, let flying my ax
Downward it flew, black death in air
It landed on his shield in resounding blast
Hastily I ducked, his sword getting only my hairs

I jump up, slamming my shield in his face
He flew back in faltering pace
Not waiting a moment to breath, onward I came
Forgetting his unearthly evil fame

Suddenly he gulped down something white
He laughed like a dead man alive
So fast he attacked and hit no longer light
Hard he pounded onto me, into the air I dived

Pain flows in my body
I glance at him in disgust
“You had to use dirty white! Coward king of nobody!”
But he continues to laugh like I was a creature living in dust

Onward we fought
And more I faltered
Often on to the ground I was brought
His eyes gleamed as if bolstered

I stood up in my final defiant
“Your going down, Old king Thoran”
I lifted up my hands both facing its palm ends
A strange surging power, onward in my body it ran

What’s left of nights light
Dimmed into a dark haze
My hands begins to shine like a starlight
As Thoran’s eyes glistened in frightened amaze

With the stars surging in my vain, I yelled
Suddenly in a blink, I attacked
Landing my ax, crushed went his chest, and he fell
The evil light in his eyes, slowly dimmed and went black

I stood over his dead body in the evening dark
I pondered his place in the fair land of Xenimus
For I know he was simply someone’s nark
Someone that wont be so easily missed

And so in that haze of star filled night
The mysterious grimly good warrior walks free
To go greet the morning twilight
And the morning dewed breeze…