Hunters Life

A rusty blade,
A blood stained shield,

With my Honor I will gladly wield,
In Sun bright day or Moon lit night,

All shall fear my Might,
A Cloak and Dagger are my tools,
Used to bring down those Royal fools,

I hold you close my infant child,
We wil be both Great and Wild,

Traveling down this blood stained path,
Only enemies shall feel my wrath,

Now as I lay my head to sleep,
I give my blade for you to keep,

I hold you close,
I feel your Heart,
I fear the day when we will part,

Now I stand before the Beast,
Of which I fear the most and least,

I draw my Sword,
I hold my shield,
I stand here now and watch you wield,

A Cloak of Stars and Staff of Fire,
With which we will light the pyre,

We stand here now Brave and Tall,
Before us is the Iron Wall,

I step forward,
Then step back,

Should I continue,
Or maybe retreat,

I must rest my weary feet,
While you charge forward,
I stay behind,

It's sad to say,
You lost your mind,

I won the fight,
He won the war,

"Try again," he says
To which I say, "Nevermore."