Protector

I am the protector –
‘tis my duty and my destiny,
A fate I have accepted when even my shield tore
And blood bathed the lands red about me.

Innocence is desecrated
And I cannot avert gold eyes
As all is accepted as if fated
When even purity dies.

My blades reach countless enemies,
Parrying and striking them down
Whilst still keeping back these horrendous calamities
So that true solace may be found.

Yet sometimes my blades falter
And all cannot be saved,
But I keep my shield upon in even blood-drenched water
To give all the sanctuary craved.

Though praise was rarely graced upon me,
I swear still to protect the people all.
And though I may not be revered in the eyes of all who see,
I would never allow mine own to be clouded by that egotistical shawl.

Time and time once more and again,
I raise blades to malformed creatures,
In my hands are woven spells of fire enflamed rain
To annihilate that which tortures.

True, I am no warrior,
No hero or brave of heart.
Yet, my destiny t’was crafted long before
And ‘tis such that through these bloodbaths I must dart.

Through these years of battle I have grown strong,
Bearing now, upon me, countless scars indelible.
Whilst still my companions could do no wrong,
For they do all we art able.

Never would I forsake this life,
For I still need be the guardian.
Because one day these people will not live in fear and strife
And be free from the bloodied flesh that that heathen has sunken tainted claws in.

For even as he targets them
I step forward and protect those innocent
And raise my blades to encounter him
Yet, once more and again, from may hands such swords are wrent.
Still, I stand against this daemon
To shatter twisted concupiscence.
Raising spells of death against the cretin,
Yet still I feel his presence.

His twisted will – this master of puppets
Calls upon his servants, those of bloodlust perfected.
And though I stand alone against these culprits,
From the long carved scars wrought by their hand I need be protected.