My power is growing each day.
More with each demon that I slay.
My new armor is metal plate.
The vicious beasts lament their fate.
In my hands I wield a great sword.
As I now charge in to the hoard.
I don’t give them time to ask why.
They hurt me and now they must die.
No longer am I feeling hexed.
My blade swings from one to the next.
I don’t give them the time to flee.
Cause they never gave it to me.
On my face I have a stern frown.
As I work to strike them all down.
And soon enough I will be free.
With no more demons plaguing me.