Call of the Swordsman

Call of the Swordsman

In the night of Zepora near a fire on the ground
Sits a swordsman, in a country where evil does abound

As he sits to ponder the very reason he is there
He remembers the call, the sound that only he could hear

Looking down upon himself he knew that he was strong
The call bade him: "Raise your sword, defend the righteous from the wrong

Though to the pressure of the evil you are certainly not prone
There are those who have not had the opportunity to grow

And many, there are, that are good in heart and soul
Defend them with your sword, and be glad for your role."

In the heart of the swordsman burned a passion bright and clear
For his family, his home, and everyone else he held dear

He stood up from his campfire with even stronger resolve
To fight to the end, 'til the ranks of the foe be dissolved.

Notes from the author

Well, my first real attempt at rhymed poetry. Born of inspiration in math class (of all places, really?) at school. The words just came to me, and I had to write them down. It was another call. One that demanded my attention and I could not afford to let it go, for there would be no other chance.
Upon re-examination, it looks kind of..."newbish" to me. Then again, it is my first genuine attempt at rhymed poetry. I don't even know what to call the rest of the stuff in my other folder...Anyway, I hope you enjoyed it. Please review!

More:

This actually revolves around Keev in one of his many faces. Keev is wondering why he is defending a country of immoral, selfish ingrates. He groups all who perform evil and unlawful acts into one, and hates them all. He sits to ponder why it is that he fights and has a sudden insight. Not everyone who performs these acts know that they are evil. Some believe they must perform them to survive. Others have not yet had a time where they realize that what they are doing is wrong. They have yet to grow morally.
Keev then realizes that he must allow them a chance to grow by defending them from the forces of darkness who would harvest them while they are ripe in their evil.
The call also reminded him of those that are good. Those that are moral, kind, selfless and loving. For their sake he would fight. He would not marginalize them.

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