Fallen From Grace
by TacomaSquall
Once, I had everything
Power over others,
Command of an army,
The respect of my people.
Then my eyes were opened -
I saw the war I fought
As something unholy -
Something to fuel a madman's lust.
And I stood against it,
Was called a traitor,
Was imprisoned and tortured -
Was to be executed.
He saved me then,
He defeated my jailors.
He picked the locks,
He set me free.
Now, I am here,
Playing a role
A "hero", fighting
To stop my former Lord.
Fallen from Grace -
Is that what I have done?
Or have I finally
Discovered salvation?