The Protector by Rutter Flynn With a sword in my hand, I protect my woodelf's glen. Against orcs do I stand Like a bear in its den. In my younger days, I traveled to distant lands. I fought to keep evil at bay And put a litle gold in my hands. My body has battle scars Some are too deep to be healed. I learned the art of war And my memories are sealed. © Rutter Flynn @ 1999 - 2006