Iron Shadows

In the darkened days of old
The law was the sword
Yes, it was long ago
There was a strong man
Who lived by the sword
He was being chased
By a strong and mighty hoard
Lying in the bushes
To hide from the rest
He suddenly hears the cries
Of a maiden in distress
And you see flashing blades of steel
Tear the flesh from the bone
Cries of quarter is his last dying breath
With one eye on the boat
And the other on the woman
He hastily flees from the rest
Rowing day and night
Not stopping in his way
Though tales of woe were spoken by the girl
He gently falls asleep
Then awakes on the shore
The story at last unfurls
Not knowing where they rested
They awakened in a temple
Of the shadows of that she fears
Sleep ensnares the both of them
And just like a dream
A demon in black appears
Running like the wind
She startles the man
Screaming cries of help
You say it’s not a dream
These demons are real
You need to get a hold of yourself