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