Dashing through woods
thick

So fast and agile, just
too quick

Slashing left and right,
taking down scores

Making it seem as easy as
killing whores (pardon the term, lil else to rhyme with)

His eyes as cold as the
metal he wields

Killing, blood covering
the fields

Grim look of determination
haunting his features

Loathing and fear on the
faces of the enemy creatures

A price the creatures and
master must pay

For this warrior of
inhuman skill remembers the day

The day they killed his
daughter and life

The day they killed his
family and wife

Bursting down the door to
the small hovel

Finding the dark wizard
preparing to grovel

Anger claiming the warrior
as slashes

Blood pooling from the
multiple gashes

Wizard and army now lay
dead

Weary Warrior resting in
bed

Sword resting next to his
head

As sleep claims him in the
shed