DELANO T JARRETT
The Multifaceted Creator
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My ally throws caution to the winds a raven with a message
Arrives to me at dawn from a cold frosty aired passage
It is no surprise that the note reads of darkness looming
You don’t need a southern to tell a northern that winter is coming
I know my army is weak. Three hundred Confronts a thousand
But you cannot falter before starting or it will be your end
Equipped from head to toe. Piece of steel heart of gold
Mold mind to the situation so I can be bold
They snicker and cackle hell chains a rattle
As if my mighty men were nothing but cattle
I unsheathe my sword, march toward the horde
Of undead lords. And bore their core so lore can be restored
They will not merely write scripture but also paint pictures
Of the thunder that rained and the earthquake fissures
Our Attacks are like combos because our moves flow
A fire sale of cockroaches everything must go
Before I left my queen I told her of our assured victory
But now I fear I spoke too soon
Fifty to fifty we might have made history
But I fear that we are doomed
Wake me if we’re to die for I would look upon deaths, face
For no kin of lucifer would see fear in my, face
No pretense of my confidence you’ll see assurance in me firmly prepared to carry on my journey at fate’s pace
Even when faced with adversity I will never fight dirty
For what tarnishes my integrity destroys my feelings of victory
Don’t pity me that I am inferior to the enemy
I have my own little birdies to speak to me
Courage reminds me of the fear that gives me strength
Perseverance claims it doesn’t matter that my blade is bent
In faith I look to the east, the sun awakens for me
And love reminds me, that love waits for me
I stand proud, regroup, and renew the vigor in my men
I brace myself by counting to ten
We charge, clearing a path with dust
I breathe steady because composure is a must
I dance with my brothers amidst a tide of strangers
And stride swiftly with grace as if we float upon water
Blood falls upon blood, no more hooves so boots meet the mud
Ignore shaking limbs until the deed is done
Face off between me and a lonesome commander
Only him alone but he will not surrender
He tries to distract me with cruel and morbid banter
I tell my warriors to stay back. Leader Vs leader
He fakes left and slashes right aiming for my head
I jump forward pain to my shoulder a place I had already bled
Sword arm sore my left grabs a dagger to deliver him to the dead
He could not duck my ambidextrous luck and I stick him with the pointy end
Every tale must meet tales end
And now I put this war mongrel to bed
Whether you face your fears with sword or lead
Only raise a weapon to mend and defend