The Foe Behind the Forest

The soul then dwells to meet his fate,
Courage and honor, an admirable trait.
He venture beneath where men wouldn’t dwell,
That lies of death in this forsaken shell.
And as he walk to meet his foe,
Large and grey its evil show.
Where sword and blood to temper steel,
His purpose was constant to his zeal.


Art: Warrior in woods by MikeRedman

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