at the end, <br />Stood a man <br />Of high statue, <br />With long shadow. <br />A battle wound, <br />Of rusty blade, <br />Lies below <br />His left eye. <br />How he survived, <br />No one knows. <br />Three on one, <br />Was as fair <br />As giving up <br />Ones own soul <br />For a day <br />Of pure glory. <br />But in truth, <br />With courage <br />And hatred, <br />You’re granted <br />Your hearts <br />Biggest desire. <br />Escaping death <br />To live again, <br />And get revenge, <br />Against the evil. <br />Existing since <br />Father Time’s <br />Greatest creation, <br />In the beginning.<br /><br />Scot Warren<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/at-the-end-9/
