Hidden by the night, he had been laying there for no one knows how long.
His wounds a reflection of his broken hopes (his bones showed his soul). He was crushed to pieces until the day he died, but his tale was not forgotten. His spirit will live forever in the air, tainted by his love. Once sent on a quest for salvation he left his home in grief. All he claimed to be his own was left behind. He set out from our town determined to change our lives. Tastes of Hell rotting everything inside, on his quest for salvation that would never end. A warrior dying for his land springs forth a hero once reborn to save the people from decay, but it is sad, sometimes he fails. Sometimes all is lost. Take me the dead back from their home. An army long gone in life, sentenced to death. Called back on this ride for freedom, called back to fight. Unspeakable lust he couldn't let out tortured his fathered soul. Days turned to weeks and years, it was all an endless autumn's night. We knew it was real on the night he fell screaming "Misery, why are you so nice to me" Caught in his own madness he withered away; nothing more. The village was lost, taken by disease for the hero was no more. Sometimes I can't believe what pushes man to bravery. Why did he even try All was already lost.