Battle Master

A cycle of poems «I Trust Tempered Steel»

Steel sings a song of the coming fight
Under banners of crimson in fading light
Armor gleaming, muscles taut and strong
A lifetime honed, where I rightfully belong
Not just a soldier, not just a blade
A Battle Master, a legend made

Disciplined fury, a controlled release
Precision strikes, and a warrior's peace
Knowing the angles, the foe's weak spot
A calculated dance, that they've often forgot
Battle Master, I'm pushing the line
Rewriting the rules, one death at a time

Riposte and feint, a masterful sway
Leading the enemy further astray
Trip Attack drops them, a groveling plea
But mercy's a luxury they won't get from me
Sweeping Attack clears the rabble away
To face their commander, at break of the day

Disciplined fury, a controlled release
Precision strikes, and a warrior's peace
Knowing the angles, the foe's weak spot
A calculated dance, that they've often forgot
Battle Master, I'm pushing the line
Rewriting the rules, one death at a time

Superiority Dice, a gamble of fate
But I trust in my skill, it won't come too late
Pushing Attack throws them back in despair
Their confidence shattered, lost in the air
The tide of the battle, beginning to turn
Lessons I've learned, that forever will burn

Disciplined fury, a controlled release
Precision strikes, and a warrior's peace
Knowing the angles, the foe's weak spot
A calculated dance, that they've often forgot
Battle Master, I'm pushing the line
Rewriting the rules, one death at a time

The battle is won, the silence descends
Another victory, that bravely transcends
The fear and the chaos, the blood and the pain
The Battle Master reigns, again and again.
Battle Master... I remain.