He steps,
He swings,
With feral grace,
A smile sublime
Upon his face.
A warrior's move,
A fighter's stance,
Tis pure pleasure
To watch him dance!
A slash,
A leap,
He twists in air,
His swordsmanship,
Can't be compared,
To simple mortal,
Simple flesh,
He dances slow
With movements meshed.
He steps around
The circle's fyre,
Those who watch,
See him leap higher,
His movements spare,
He swings his sword,
At Wyvern Keep
He is War Lord.
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