The Unconquered Swordsman

Once there was a swordsman, who hailed from the land of great renown,

His bravery was unmatched, his valour was supreme, and his skill was known.

In battle, he'd always lead, and his foes, he'd strike with might,

With each clash of steel, he'd hear their cries, and watch them take flight.

Yet in a bloody battle, where all around him fell,

The swordsman emerged alive, without a wound to tell,

His comrades marvelled, his enemies feared, for his fate was pure divine,

But he smiled and whispered to them, this is how his tale would shine.

"My dear friends, listen closely, for I have a tale to share,

Of how I came to stand here, with no wound to show and fair,

I did not dodge the sword strikes, nor hide behind the shield,

I did not bargain with the gods, nor beg for life to be unsealed."

"I simply stood my ground, and held my sword aloft,

With each blow that came my way, my spirit never soft,

For in my heart, I knew, that with each strike I'd survive,

As long as I remained true, to the essence of life."

So the swordsman stood tall, and the battle rage had ceased,

His enemies in awe, and his friends were at peace,

For they'd seen the power of his spirit, and how it could sustain,

And they knew that he would always, live to fight again.