A/N: As requested by Tigra, a poem on the Flame Swordsman!

In the battle, you see me there; the warrior one.
Crimson red, and fiercer than the glowing sun.
My blade blazes with a strong flame within.
With each stroke, it unleashes a red fiery spin.

My skill in warfare is unmatched; my defeats total to zero.
But I am merely a warrior; not some saviour or great hero.
As I strike, the very ground beneath me begins to rattle.
All near me cower as I unleash my Flaming Sword of Battle.

Many tell of my strength; and sing of my incredible might,
They also say of how my sword pierces the darkest night.
Powerful yet feral, I'll face any opponent, any foe;
For fighting battles is all I live for and all I know.

I relish each new challenge, and I fear no man here.
The thrill of an upcoming skurmish is what I hold dear.
Yet I also have learned to cherish life and what it can give.
Such a great gift it is; how we all breathe, love, live.