Through biting chill I grip my silver hilt,
A burning cold that tears my fingers raw
The power I face gives fear I’ve never felt
Yet strength within defies all natural law.
His sorcery saps away my hope and pride
Exuding from my life the will to win
But from my heart I get the strength to strive
To fight and win and conquer this villain.
I step in front of all who are in need
And steal from evils strong momentum toward
The frail, the sick, the young, the old, the week
I fight their battle with a single sword.
The most powerful warlock comes for me at last
But I protect too many to ever let him pass.
J. Abram Barneck.
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Revised: 19 Feb 2005 12:35:40 -0700.