hey stranger. will you wander off with me?

He was a master of all defenses,
His silver sword his shield.
No curve or blade could penetrate,
Majestic was his parry.

He was a warrior offensively groomed,
His bare fists the brunt of axes.
No mortal man or iron shield,
Could block his heavy blows.

And then a vulpine lady,
With hair like strands of ravens,
Slipped her pin so casually,
Into his beating heart.

*About man’s typical weakness, from ages past to the future, it will always be the same.