| Bringer of Death The sword descends and arcs away Deflected by mine Then the mace I wield snaps forward Crushing My foe's skull. Warm fluid splatters through the vents in My helmet and salty blood Reaches my lips. An arrow flies and my shield Catches it. Spear-thrust catches my sheild and breaking Away I charge And note the sound Of screaming as my mace bites into his leg Then sound stops as my mace Collapses his helmet. A fool darts from my right and Overbalancing herself, swings with force Only to find a mace crushing Her chest. "Damn women," laugh I, "Never remember to counterbalance their tits." The onslaught continues for hours More till I stand waded in blood, For I am The Bringer of Death. |