Conan: A Poem
The land was full of dotted battlefields
And many a man had their bronze shields
Spears and arrows flooded the land
The battle was fought down to a man
For each were the best of fighters
One fighter on foot was lighter
His sword thrust trying to gain
His partner in battle could feel the pain
The sword thrust again looking for more blood
The two swordsmen fought till the blood flood
Then lay one swordsman died
His killer than fled
Off to the mighty kingdom he was born
For that his sword was sworn
With light fleeing ever onward
He made his way with his bronze sword
Through magical lands
Plunder in hand
He returned to Cimmerian
© Copyright 2016 Mike Lachnicht . All rights reserved.
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