Staring at the dark lord
I held me mighty sword
swinging and slashing
swords both clashing
arrows flew past my head
people hit soon were dead
I paid no attention
to the destruction
saving it all
for the strong, the tall
his sword came down
with mighty sound
echoing throughout
t'was a strong bout
I fell down, dazed
confused and phased
waiting for the final blow
waiting for the blood to flow
I did not care
about the air
where eagles flew
to my rescue
They flew down, low
before the blow
causing a distraction
for just a fraction
I grabbed my sword
and headed toward
the very dark lord
my helmet had dent
my shield was bent
my body battered
my hair tattered
I charged with a scream
and to me it did seem
to take a lot
to reach the spot
where he did stand
waving his hand
trying to shoo
the hullabaloo
I finally reached
the spot that was breeched
I swung my sword down
on top of his helm
he fell to the ground
with marvelous sound
I put my foot on his chest
to tell him I'm best
Then kicked him away
away he would stay
I stood proud
and shouted loud
that it was all done
the dark lord was gone
the people cheered with magnificent sound
the dark lord's bane was finally found.
Dark Lord's Bane
Kind of a long poem, written a while ago, involves swords, tells a story(ish).Did you like this poem? Write one of your own!


