Haikus to Oswick
Onward to Redwood
Rain falling his face
Ready for his fate
The Brave and the Bold
Danger comes from the ramparts
He must scale the walls
The crest of the wall
Beckons a hail of arrows
A flesh wound, a scratch
He rushes the fort
His blade wet from blood and rain
Rarder by his side
He falls to the floor
A scar across his stomach
Rarder by his side