Another Day of Battle
The rising sun
Over the barren wastelands
As I sit here staring
Across the bleak landscape
Magic fills the air about me
We leap back down
And once again in the throes of battle
My blood boils
The pain is acute
Yet somehow I live to see another day
Then we travel home once more
To sell our spoils
And to share our stories with the townfolk
Then as the moon begins to set
She and I say our good-byes
Then travel off to our peaceful slumber