At The End Poem by Scot Warren

at the end,
Stood a man
Of high statue,
With long shadow.
A battle wound,
Of rusty blade,
Lies below
His left eye.
How he survived,
No one knows.
Three on one,
Was as fair
As giving up
Ones own soul
For a day
Of pure glory.
But in truth,
With courage
And hatred,
You’re granted
Your hearts
Biggest desire.
Escaping death
To live again,
And get revenge,
Against the evil.
Existing since
Father Time’s
Greatest creation,
In the beginning.