Running into batle
flag above his head
mighty Leon stabbed an army
of gouls and the undead.
Standing high on bloodied corpse
he leapt straight through the air
he fell right down, upon the earth
and on a zombie bear.
He pulled a gun and brought it down
upon the rotted head
a cry was heard, and from the neck
the bear forever bled.
Upon his guts, brave Leon sped
as all around, the undead fled
he pulled a sword, and killed them all
then witty joke he said.
He moved out to the sunset
and scabbarded his sword
as all around behind him
lay the goulish horde.