Phoenix Warrior

The flames of battle
turned to ash.
Like a phoenix,
a warrior rises.
Born from the ash
that littered the ground.
His steel was forged
from the brimstone of hell
On battlefields he learned his trade
and learned it well.
A warrior like no other
rose from the flames
as they turned to ash.
He made his name
on the field from which he came.
Though many struck him down,
he arose each time
fiercer then the last.

Prompt: Warrior

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