Epic Battle

Upon a field the sun did shine,
The warrior stands tall.
A sword of steel hangs at his side,
This day he would not fall.

Beams of light fell upon his mail,
His head held to the sky.
He’s waited for this day to come,
This day he would not die.

Within the distance lies his task,
A beast on horse did ride.
The man stands waiting for his fate,
This day he would not hide.

The fire of hell burned in its eyes,
It leaps up towards the sun.
The man reaches for his weapon,
This day he would not run.

“Return to hell, you wicked fiend,
This day you’ll be no more.”
He drew his blade and raised it up,
This day he’s waited for.