The Legend

The Legend

By Josh Watkins

There is a man who is tall,

He is proud, strong, daring, and stands above all.

He has long golden hair that flows down his back,

His feet are firm and planted on track.

His eyes are a deep sea blue,

His face is fair and his heart is true.

He wears a vest of leather hide,

And on his feet sandals of steel ride.

Slung over his back is a mighty sword,

Many a foes’ blood by it has been poured.

On his cheek He bears a glowing star-shaped scar,

That was carved by a rainbow-colored shooting star.

Many a sunset He is found,

Standing on a cliff, overlooking the valley to where he is bound.

He rides a steed all dressed in white,

That gives any nightly creature a fright.

When duty calls, He leaves his cozy lair,

To go strike down foes here, there, and everywhere.

On one dark and stormy night,

He will make his final flight.

He and his men march through the rain, up Inferno Hill,

Where stands a million dark soldiers waiting for their kill.

He draws his sword and points it towards the sky,

And with a shout he says “It’s a good day to die!”

“We fight to the end!” his loyal soldiers cry,

As the dark fire lights up the midnight sky.

The greatest battle of all time is about to be fought,

The glory of victory is what is sought.

He then got the gleam of victory in his eye,

And before he knew it his feet began to fly.

Dark arrows began to whiz by his head,

And some of his brave men hit the ground dead.

He leaps through the air feeling so alive,

One swing from his sword cuts 100 from their collective hive.

He hits his marks blow after blow,

Down underground, more and more dark warriors go.

The dark spirits’ eyes lit up with green fire,

Up from the ground arose flaming funeral pyres.

In the pyres were the ghostly forms of the men who fell,

His heart burned with anger towards this demonic spell.

He charged forward swinging the sword with all of his might,

Thousands of dark soldiers did he smite.

He mows down the demons in a straight course,

Making his way towards their power to destroy the source.

With a swift swing of his magical blade,

He has reached the master shade.

The sky lights up once more,

As a clash of metal and magic could end this long war.

A fiery explosion is heard all around,

As He and the shade are back to back in uneven ground.

The evil shade suddenly bursts into a green ball of smoke,

All that was left was a cloak.

He gave a big smile and a lengthy grin,

Then he lifted his sword high above his chin,

He cried “Freedom reigns throughout this land!”

Then fell face down in the sand.

The dark soldiers vanished without a trace,

Never again to return to this place.

For the man, many soldiers honorably fought,

For by his blood their freedom was bought.

The place where He took his fall,

Is where He is known as the Legend to all.

I have a lot to say about this one and hopefully I can explain it well enough to fit all my thoughts in and intrigue y'all.

My inspiration here came from when I was in a phase of watching war movies and going through Greek Mythology. I wanted to create my own hero with relevance to the movie Troy, mythology, Braveheart, and yes, the Bible. 

The Troy reference is the flowing hair, the funeral pyres, and the battle. Braveheart is semi-referenced when the hero says his freedom line before he dies. And the Bible reference (even though this hero is nowhere close to Jesus) is this hero's death for the freedom of his people.

For you critical readers, you will once again notice A) Inconsistent capitalization and B) Present tense and Past tense intermingled (again with the inconsistency). Be warned, these things will most likely appear in later released pieces. 

Oh and in the beginning when his features are described, I find it strange that the shooting star that gave him his scar was rainbow colored...it kinda takes away some manliness and fearsome aspects from him. O well, the pen shall have its way soon enough.