He passed away..with the song of his wedding day

The demons came like a crowd...
He with his unsheathed sword...
Cried out to make them attack him... loud...
For he wanted to distract them
He wanted to save his dame
Who was visibly shaken and stirred
By the sight of so much of blood
On the floor of the old fort...
She was preparing to court
Death devilish dark...
She closed her eyes but then a spark
Did happen...her inner eyes
Found a strange device...
She saw a simple card...
With a picture of woman somewhat blurred...
Without clothes...the nude figure
In her an escape route triggered...
She knew she would be taking a risky chance...
To save her man...the warrior from sharp steely lance
She disrobed herself calling the hounds...
Asked them to have her fully without bounds...
Only her man should be left to live...
She thus stirred a starving hive
Of hungry bees...
The chief of the demons looked at her
His mouth had all the lust for the fair...
The chieftain made a smacking sound...
He licked his lips...saliva dropped...
His eyes surely then popped...
'Okay...here's a deal...
My men... we could always win...
But now it would be wiser to announce the truce...
Have your leisure...enjoy life's juice...'
Saying this the chieftain signaled
To one of his men who got hold of the girl...
And the battle came to a sudden halt...
The warrior saw how the men
Dragged and pulled away his maid without shame...
'Away...away...you escape...'
The maid cried hard showing him the door...
A rectangular route to selfish freedom...sure!
But somewhere within there was a sting...
He with his spirit drooping
Tried his best to bring...
He stood up finally to fight them back...
He chose to tighten his muscles slack...
But she was by then taken away
Bolted in a room they made her stay...
Two armed men were on the vigil...
He...with savage wounds...
Flung his sword to them kill...
Losing blood so continuous
His eyes didn't give him the sight
How a few more men there stealthily passed...
He got cornered...still he fought
Only more mortal wounds he got
By the fight...he probably sought
To alter his pre-written lot...
All the cries of her wounded man
To the maid's ears eager through the door did land...
She came up to the door
And cried by his name several times...
Her cries...her wails...
Also came to him...
But he knew he had failed...
For his eyes...they were shut...
He was incapacitated...he was lethally hurt...
Only he then had a strange feel
As if through the door bolted and sealed
His maid had come up to him
She for him a lullaby as if then did sing...
He smiled...his last smile though
The angel of death on him did then bestow...
A dream laden peaceful dawn...
He felt then he heard clear a wedding song...