RedRavenPoems

Torrential blazes fill the sky
As the wanderer comes to die
No one knows the fury inside
As he comes on his last ride.

Icy blasts so freezing cold
Frozen fangs so fierce and bold
Going onward when never told.
Is the wanderer coming to die.

Battles rage, the realms ablaze
The entire world covered by haze.
Bodies strewn in a daze.
As the wanderer prepared to die.

The final battle, to hell will he ride.