The Forgotten Heroes

By Zachary Furr

 

On days that Winter’s bite are freezing,

When Summer’s wet days are miserable,

When the Spring is disastrous,

When Fall is forgotten,

These heroes rise up and are remembered.

 

The Heroic Archer,

His eyes are his first weapons,

For they pierce their targets soul,

They line up on their targets from thousands of yards away.

The next is the arms and legs,

For an archer that has no conditioning,

Is not worthy of his bow.

The lilthe sinews of the Archer,

Allow for the top notch increase of strength of draw.

The bow is special as well,

For the heroism of the person is nothing,

If he uses only a twig from the forest,

The black steel compound bow,

Steel tipped poison arrows,

These tools allow for the hero to exact the justice that he doles out,

The Archer is to be feared in the near and beyond the horizon.

 

The Swordsman,

For what is to be said of the swordsman?

“S” words for $100, 

Sorry too good to pass up,

For these are the front line troops,

They stand at the front of the line,

Welding both sword and shield,

They live for both life and death,

For they hold the sword of death,

And the shield of life,

Next to their brothers,

Swordsmen compliment each other,

Shoulder to shoulder,

The Swordsman should never be alone,

For what is a hero without one to protect.

 

The Spearman,

The offensive hero,

The Hero that focuses purely on the attack,

The ever agile ever pushing forward hero,

A man that is tormented by his past,

Never looking back constantly charging,

Surrounded by enemies,

He will not waver,

He seeks the challenge,

Piercing armor and flesh,

This hero is only defeated by his exhaustion.

 

The Assassin,

Quiet in the dark is when you should fear this hero,

The noisy battlefield is stricken with quiet,

When orders stops coming in,

When leaders are dead,

When morale is lost,

This Hero has done his job,

He has fulfilled his mission,

He has struck from the dark,

And he has already been forgotten.

 

The Berserker,

Clubbing and bashing,

This hero faintly has no concept heroism,

For this is simply a hero to a singular person,

Usually a child,

Berserker is a simpleton,

But he has the strength of a pack of lions,

Axes, clubs, and swinging weapons,

These are the weapons that crush any that oppose them,

Take care when meeting one,

For they cannot tell friend from foe.

 

The Rider.

Thunder can be heard from miles away,

Fear the storm that is coming,

Hoofs and chariots,

Arrows, javelins, swords, axes

The Rider is what could be called the Battlemaster,

Generals and officers,

These high ranking officials make up the Riders,

They seek to maintain the armies of Heroes,

Fighting from on high,

These masters survey the field and issue commands,

Kings bow to their whims,

People cheer on their return,

Riders command the respect of their servants,

Riders are the faces of their commands.

 

The Wizard,

The Summoner,

The Necromancer,

The Pure Magic users,

The nature breakers,

Flames, Ice, Wind, Earthen elements,

Healers,

Oath reciters,

Rhyme makers,

Fear provokers,

Knowledge seekers,

None can stand before these wisened men,

For there is none wiser than those,

Than those that have power,

And not use it until it is needed.

 

These are the heroes,

Even in today’s times,

They still exist.