Struck by a demon, by MarzDarkLegend
Sitting in a smoky tavern a warrior gulps his ale.
He's downed nine heaping mugs, now his complexion's growing pale.
He once did wield a righteous sword, dealt death to evil men.
Now his mind grows careless, his actions full of sin.
His arms were once as wide as an oak, and solid as a stone.
Now he's lazy in his drunken haze, his muscles sag from bone.
His honor once was noble indeed, when he fought it was always fair.
Now he's quick to anger, and kills without a care.
He used to battle horrible creatures, the weak he would defend.
Now he frowns at adventure, his aid he will not lend
What changed this man from what he was, few will ever know.
Most figure it was a tragedy that crushed the kind man's soul.
Whatever the answer, few would ask the question in their head.
For many feared it would set him off, and they'd surely end up dead.
So now that once proud warrior sits and drinks alone.
For those who were his friends have left, tired of him they'd grown.
His fall from grace is sad indeed, now he's a shell of a man.
Now ice runs through the very veins where the blood of a hero once ran.
I knew this man very well, and I know what caused his fall.
Twas not a loss that took his soul, twas that demon alcohol.
A Maidens favor by Seaopal
The weary Battle Lord fell into his seat in the tavern and supped his ale.
A Fair Maiden passed by his place and smiled a winsome smile as she dropped her favor at his feet and disappeared into the night.
The weary Battle Lord bent down and picked up her gift and held it to his face, as he smelt the perfumed scent of her airs, a distant memory stirred his loins, as a fleeting thought warmed his cold blood.
The weary Battle Lord rose from his seat in the tavern and wondered to the door,
But the Fair Maiden had vanished leaving only a moonlit path for him to follow .
Dark Knight fantasy by Seaopal
The Dark knight, sits proud upon his steed,
Victorious from the battle,
He rides his stallion, Demons flee,
Like running, scattered cattle.
Broad sword flashing in the light,
His pledge is honour, justice, right
To help the suffering, those in need,
And prisoners he hath freed.
Hair flying freely in the breeze,
Moody eyes like stormy seas,
His fierceness shows his passion, pride,
The glorious feelings he cannot hide.
Moonlight shadows cross his prow,
Auburn highlights frame his brow,
As he gallops freely, into the night,
To his fair damsels, golden light.
This magic feeling cannot end,
A romance, fantasy doth send
Most powerful thou mighty Lord
This Dark knight fantasy.