Fighter's soul

Enchanted whispers twiddle again..

A dormant will speaks again..

A shadow disappears in light again..

The arrow strikes hard at bane..

The myths and the facts take a back-seat ..

A substance pleases to ride on the horse..

Of power and wonder between the sheets..

That defied the chances of a toss...

The bliss may fear an end..

The fighter may fear to surrender..

The chances bought may pretend..

Does the chaos form a start or a new blunder?

Unwind the sorrow and gay..

Pursue the throne awaited..

Don't hold on for it to fray..

Feed the will until it's sated..