The Horde

From the Sky our Hero falls

sword in hand

preparing to face

the menacing marauding band


The Earth shakes under foot

as he lands

Slowly he rises

and with his full height he stands


Shadows hide

from the uncompromising stare

Creatures look to the sky

wishing for salvation in prayer


There he stands

granite amongst the sand

Observing the horde

charging across the wasteland


With a terrible cry

the massed ranks hit their foe

carnage and devastation

they are ready to bestow


What happened then

no sentient soul knows

Our Hero was still standing

the horde never arose

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