Doz the Deathguard

As the masters shadows reached across his helm,
the heartbeat of the warrior begins to overwhelm,
a taken blade in the grip of tightening glove,
slayed the dragon for the impressing his love,
the red blood showers down as his stand is still,
awaiting the last breath of the beast he set to kill,
pools of bleeding rivers wash across the ground,
as the beating heart of its life lasts no longer sound,
opening his eyes to show his proud moment here,
never having a moment of pressure brought on by fear.