From the Sky our Hero falls
sword in hand
preparing to face
the menacing marauding band
đ
The Earth shakes under foot
as he lands
Slowly he rises
and with his full height he stands
đ
Shadows hide
from the uncompromising stare
Creatures look to the sky
wishing for salvation in prayer
đ
There he stands
granite amongst the sand
Observing the horde
charging across the wasteland
đ
With a terrible cry
the massed ranks hit their foe
carnage and devastation
they are ready to bestow
đ
What happened then
no sentient soul knows
Our Hero was still standing
the horde never arose
