Victorious Knight

Note:  I tried mightily to incorporate my poem 'Knighthood' into this, but it just wouldn't fit.  The only poem left was 'Warrior', and that is the one that I used. 


I am a warrior.  A distinguished lineage lies in my wake of men comparable to Attila. 
My father was one - the mightiest in all the land.  All men, from piss-poor minions, to the greatest of
fighters would tremble at his spoken name.  The dragons of Narcia stripped him of his lifeblood, in a raging battle of
epic proportions. 
I swore to defend his honour, and bring vengeance to his name - even if it means my own death.  The Narcian dragons have
been a parasite and a plague to our noble land.  Many have tried to eradicate them, and have ultimately failed - but I will not;
it is my destiny.

Whilst preparing for battle, my mind wanders to my lovely Desdemona.  Her form and beauty is unsurpassed in all the land.
I smile as my thoughts recall her glowing face, and her radiant eyes reflecting the colours of the sea.
Newly married, I am deeply saddened and angered to be taken from her.  I channel my agitation and strife into
new-found purpose and resolve - an added fire and motivation to succeed in my task.  Filled with the hope that my efforts will
not end in heartbreak, and the true suffering of a tortured soul whose key has been lost.

The doors open, and I turn to face the storms that await me.  A few final preparations, and I mount my stallion for the
long ride to the East.  As each hoofed step brings me one pace closer to my destiny, I find myself overwhelmed with righteous
indignation.  Fueled by the fire of determination, I press on.  My wait is not long, for up ahead I view one of the many foes.
A silver, fire-breathing selfish and unruly being whose image makes me unconsciously spit.  He has spied me, and wastes no time in attempting to halt my approach.
I dodge as a spike-encrusted tail comes within a hair's thickness of my stallion; who subsequently rears. 
Glimmering metal is unsheathed, and I charge forwards mightily.  The beast heaves a massive growl, and sends a torrent of fire
my way.  His fatal mistake then made where he draws himself up to full height and length - leaving his vital areas exposed
to my ever-ready pointed craft.  As my sword sinks in, I hear an anguished mewl of hurt and death - mere music to my ears.
A sound of resounding thunder, coupled by the crumpling of defeated form - I am victorious.

Angered Gods throw down white lightning, leaving the air smelling like weak gasoline.
I sit in the pouring rain, with my back against the wall. Desperate for the safety of yonder fortress.
The gentle nickering of my snowy stallion, as he trots near, my thoughts wander:
One of a many beast has been slain, a cursed city revived. (Thou art safe for now, my noble one, but for how long?)
I will take them one by one, and avenge my father’s name. My gaze falls to his pendant, once worn proudly at the neck
Now tarnished - its light extinguished as his was. His blood still cries, however,and I push onwards.
I tilt my head to the heavens, and scream my daily vow of vengeance.
My words are twisted and distorted with the howling wind.  Carried upwards;until the reverberations echo across distant lands
And all who hear it will know; tremble, and fear my mightiness...