Warrior.
By h2whoa
How must it feel to stand As tall as he? The iron warrior Has battled with Time Itself, And made a pact with Fate. Now, the iron warrior for the First time in a thousand Millenia Has been stirred into life. The abyss of his mouth opens And his roar splits reality In two. The storm clouds weep in terror And gently brush his face As lighthning lamely crashes Against his armour. Lamenting an age. With a giant heave The iron warrior is free From the mountainside that Protected us from his vicious Blade, And deprived us of his patient Love. The rocks cry out in desparation: Their Lord Protector has abandoned them, And the iron warrior pounds the earth. I can only hide for so long. What chance has the Insignificant worrier Against the Iron Warrior? Written December 18th, 2001 © on Apr 22 2002 11:54 PM PST 0 • 1
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