Within A Room he sits,
sharpening his savage Candy Cane,
he has made himself known in story and fame.
A crisp Iron strong Body of baked goodness,
Round piercing Gumdrop buttons,
A Shroud of frosting and sugar,
So menacing yet Sweet,
He has crippled foes right of their feet.
his Skills are unrivaled,
even when engaged with the fierceness of Wolves,
His movements are Swift,
his Ability to breathe and be alive is all but a gift.
A gift from a God who saw Nobleness in a Cookie,
though it may seem Odd,
and quite foolish to the mortal mind,
it's with out question that's the difference between the thoughts of a God...and mankind.
many beasts He has slain,
and adversaries he had rained down pain,
there have even been enemies who in sight of him fell insane,
For before them stood a living wonder who at the same time threw the Strongest asunder,
many minds could not comprehend the sight of such a creature,
A baked Good who was given life to fight,
A baked good who was given life to Stand up for what is right,
A baked Good to operate greater than any Knight!
From the window, he springs forth Into the outside world,
upon the ground his feet land,
The Mighty signature weapon within his hand,
his Candy Cane sword, gleaming within the ray of the sun,
upon his Hip he's armed with even a hot chocolate Gun.
on another Mission he goes,
the people watch in Awe,
many knocked off their toes,
for behold before them walks The GINGERBRAVE MAN!
AND HE BAKES NO PRISONERS!
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