Look at the brave soul,
two handed sword, frontline,
armor and weapon shine,
honor is his goal.
Facing in close combat,
even the ugliest beast,
interrupting zombies feast,
reflexes like a cat.
No bite will hit,
no monster will survive,
his dedication, his life,
a perfect fit.
His mind focused victory,
like a dance, extraordinary,
a high burden to carry,
a true fighter for glory.
Long hair, muscular,
strength and charisma,
in the sun, a rainbow prisma,
shining like a superstar.
Creatures killed,
celebration is required,
from everyone loved, desired,
the response:“ Quest fullfilled“.
Off he goes, not to miss adventure,
leaving behind broken hearts,
and delicious smelling tartes,
to fullfill the next indenture.
But in the shadow of the night,
hidden in the tent,
after a long day spent,
freed from the armor tight.
Three kobolds have been the warrior,
a heavy duty shift they have,
but for honor, everything they gave,
Lookout in the helmet, sword carrier.
One for walking and coordination,
a kobold dreamteam,
non such ever seen,
not meant for revelation.
A story of a fearless fighter,
that teamwork does the magic,
sharing strength does the trick,
making the world better, righter.
Tungstenturtle Poetry