Hero

Long time ago and in a different age,
there was a hero using battlefields for stage,
to pass his skill, release his rage,
his sole purpose the evil to engage.

He was a simple man with noble heart.
For him the fights were equal to art.
At early age his quest did start,
and never was he from sword and shield apart.

He battled monsters and slayed dragons,
escorted kings and baron's wagons.
And saved each damsel in distress.
And never did it just to impress.

He was the common man's last hope,
the praising bards considered him as 'dope'.
He rarely could get his hands on soap,
but his soul was purer than that of a pope.