Vanhart

The tale of torment and untimely sorrow
An epic scale what arrives tomorrow
A hero's scorn of those that guide
Within their rules he must abide

Tragic fate unfolds the scene
From Good to Evil and else between
A loss of lives on one who stands
No tears, not wept or on demand

Collected rage since then enthrall
There are no heroes too big too small
The solid fist that shakes its way
Across the lands and through dismay

A fallen friend now left behind
Leaves no one empty or feeling blind
The battle of last is now inset
With one poor soul who can not forget

A journeys tale that lead him stray
When pain and fear was far away
He now resides in loath and lost
As his next move will come at a cost

The scene is dark the stage not lit
His come so far, too far to quit
The jagged rage inside his heart
Leaves him silent whilst torn apart