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