I’m sorry you were hurt
charging deep into the fray –
the two dozen other people
were getting in the way.
So sorry that the fire
left you with a burn
but there were just so many
that you had to wait your turn.
It’s a pity that their General
beat you black and blue;
perhaps if you’d been careful
he would have ignored you.
Maybe you should learn to fight
instead of blaming me tonight.
I fight for glory
upon the fields of war and
my name will live for-
My arcane power
humbles our enemies with
blasts of pure magick.
I summon fireballs to
scorch my enemies
and char the earth beneath them.
I command winter
and pull her icy fragments
down from the heavens.
The only things I fear are
the attentions of my foes.
I draw my blade and bear my shield;
my stance, I vow, shall never yield.
I’ll bear the brunt of all the blows
from all of our maleficent foes.
And when defeat is close at hand,
that’s when I’ll make my final stand.
Oh, the bloodlust and the joy
as I charge in shouting, “Leroy!”
A (wise) man of two faces 