The blood of a warrior,
Fights in his body,
His arm,
Throws his weapon,
With powerful force,
His legs run faster than a cheetahs,
When he sleeps,
His snores sound like a lions roar,
His voice is loud like thunder,
And when he speaks,
You hear wisdom over centuries old,
For he is a very old man,
His hair is long and white like snow,
His beard is just the same,
Our hero,
The warrior.
