The warrior rose like a fire
extinguishing the enemies
from where they may come
thy sword will cut it down

The thunder of horses hoofs
clash of metal against metal
cries of pain and destruction
on going the dance of death

At suns last light one stands
to rise and fight once more
fight for the rights of justice
so that others can live free

By Melissa McMahan - Copyright © and published

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