Champion :: MightyMoe1 :: Original Poetry

Champion

Champion

What doest thou fear Malady?

Give unto me the shadows and secrets of Thy dread.

Put upon me, with confidence, before years abandon my youth,

And valor becomes wanton folly within me, and

Before thine own eyes.

Slumber thou with ease fair Maiden.

I shall guard steadfast at your side until darkness dwindles.

Dream thou deeply of passion and frolic, apart from a world that wouldst suffer thee naught thy supplications.

Is it not my lot to champion thee?

Wouldst thou be blatant with position of thy course?

Nay! None other than thou wouldst deliver fairly unto me, my portion.

So it is with my life that I stand voluntary

For all thy whimsy.