The swords dance as they cut through the enemy

with grace and skill unmatched by any at all.

Even the gods are impressed by this display.

The blood flies it is warm and sticky as it lands on my cheek.

I watch as he continues to almost dance through the bodies

this wonderful but hoard dance of death and destruction

I can't help but watch.

Is this the man I fell in love with

is this killing machine the one

that would pick flowers for me on a Sunday afternoon

and rescue puppies because it was just to horrible to just let them live on the street.

Why did you ever make that deal to be a great warrior

I loved you as you were

there was no need to be able to swing a sword to protect me

you did it by merely being there you poor fool,

I loved you.