Ode To My Xiere
I stand waiting faithfully
For battle to begin
I glance in his direction
He gives a furtive grin
Blood will flow this day
The ground weeping red
For when the moon rises
Enemies will be dead
The time is almost here
My hand gripping spear
Soon forces of the good
Will belong to Xiere
I yearn to stick my blade
Into an angel’s heart
My hands are aching
To tear their wings apart
My master lays his hand
Upon my metal helm
I shiver at his touch
For he will rule this realm
I charge upon the field
My voice is raised in glee
My sword slashes into
Each pure soul I see
Blood sprays upon my face
I lick my splattered lips
Bodies drop before me
I carve them into strips
Our battle will be won
It’s time for them to fall
Perhaps they should have known
Evil conquers all