Of many men, who wished to fight
Two were viewed in a different light
One a man of the shield and the sword
He slew evil beasts in the name of the Lord
His dark, tan skin was covered up by steel
He was completely armored, from head to heel
With plated mail, made by a fellow paladin
A woman who'd fought a duel against him
She'd taken a liking to this man of scripture
For in a duel, he had emerged the victor
So armor she made, for the winner of the fight
Making it was a quite task in its own right
Fara, she was called, worked for days
Her Armory Shoppe was filled with the haze
of burning coals, metal and water
It was hot in the desert, but in there it was hotter
Finally the task had been completed
By wearing this, she said, you can't be defeated
A yellow cross was painted on the steel chest
By wearing it, he could run and not need rest
Steel fetlocks covered his nimble feet
Their heavy weight worked as deceit
For though his legs were thick and hairy
The boots made him fastest in all Sanctuary
Videla had given them to him as a gift
From saving her life from the dark rift
A spiraling pit that had no end
By saving her, he'd found a powerful friend
A crown adorned his righteous head
He'd taken it form the King of the Dead
Leoric he had been called, a once noble King
Whose madness tossed him from the world of the living
A sword he wielded with amazing speed
Given to him by a man called Gheed
He'd traded his fortune to attain that blade
The weapon itself, was demon made
It had been forged by a hellish beast
But the weapon was perfect to say the least
He drew it from a sheath behind his head
Whenever the sword was drawn, a beast was surely dead
The last thing he had was the shield of lies
Given to him from an angel in disguise
The shield looked rusty, frail and old
But faced with any blow, it would hold
Many monsters stood in confusion
As their blade had been stopped by a rusty obtrusion
expect part three tomorrow, I need to go shop for a car now
