Sword Thrower poem

Watch him As he throws his sword
And it pierces through the flesh 
He's killed three orcs! And he'll kill three more
Now tell me what comes next?
He'll travel on to the Forgotten Lands
He'll bring his lady fair
They'll smoke the herb and drink the wine
And then move on from there 

There are creatures lurking underground
Whom he seeks to end
He shall travel to the deep deep west
Where he has few friends
And on and on he will shoot his bow
On and on he will sing
On and on he will fight and battle 
Soaring on the frozen wing 

For he is the sword thrower
And you shall hear him scream