AN: As requested a while back, a poem on...Giltia the Dark Knight!

I'm one of those warriors found often in the dark of night.
One of those souls who relish each skirmish and fight.
I fight on with this staff I call a blade.
With each strike, my enemies begin to fade.

Being a warrior can be lonely; I stand alone with this lonely heart of mine.
But I am and shall remain unbeholden to no man or sign.
Seconds are precious, just like how treasured is time.
Listen, and you'll learn more about me from this rhyme.

A fighter must continue to battle, while searching with strife.
Searching for what? Why, meaning in life!
New lessons come each day, and each I take to heart.
Why, I've learned even about love, and why it can end and start!

Another opponent arises, and when I attack, I seldom miss.
My foes never return, after feeling my sword's cold and deadly Kiss!

But words must be brief, and we must soon depart; for here comes another enemy.
Farewell now, Duelist! I do hope you enjoy your life, as well as Eternity