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Saturday, 8 November 2008 at 13:50

In this dark and massacred land
A story is blown through the sand
In this story, it will be told
How a thousand souls have been sold
A deathly deal with the Devil
And a man was told to rebel
With sword in hand and hate in heart
He rose above, and a war did start
He travelled across seas of fire
Hellish plains and castle spires
Leaving a legend in his wake
To avenge those souls been forsaken

When finally, he did arrive
A miracle he was alive
A kingdom overlooking hell
Ruled by nothing, an empty shell
His grip on the sword had tightened
The king of the land was frightened
He saw the man, hate in his eyes
And he saw his sword, his demise
And as the king turned to scarper
He saw the end to this encounter
A flash of steel in the midday sun
And over the floor, the kings blood did run

This was a really old poem by me. I forget when exactly I wrote this.