The Warrior

The warrior was brave,

Protecting people was his crave.

Long battles he fought,

But he never got caught.

Spending warm days,

Traveling at his own pace.

Cold chilling nights,

At tower heights.

Sword was his friend,

Which never let him bend.

In honour of the king,

He was gifted a ring.

His knight suit,

And his shiny metal boots.

His skills,

Gives enemies chills.

The blood on his hands,

To him it demands.

Says him to stop now,

That he has completed his vow.

To king and towards kingdom,

And he with his wisdom.

Won everyone's heart,

And now it's his time to depart.