Heat of Battle

Covered in armor
Head to toe, with thick courage
Enemies, they scurry
 
Glistening blood drips
From the weapon that he grips
Battle stained his wits
 
Hundreds screaming stop
Finishing all of them off
Him you can’t escape
 
Battlefield of screams
Earth soaked in blood and lost dreams
Agony it brings
 
Massive shining brute
Taking hits and loving it
Fueling all his rage
 
Breathing steam at night
The beast that he has become
His fist beats his chest
 
After all have died
He’s still walking with his mace
Lightly and with grace