cakepie7

I scream a battle cry That stains the bright-sky red, I come upon the enemies head To clear the morning skies. I do not hear her warning As I run to save the day, I do not think as I charge To the bloody battle day. I see red streaming from my shoulder Still I carry on, I cannot give up now or else I might as well be dead. I lay in helpless puddles, As I see her walk away. Why can I not be strong, Strong for just one day? I pound the bloody earth, Now washed in icy shower. What use is all this power? If one life I cannot save. But wait, help comes and saves me, He promised me my strength. I'm standing, picking up my swor