The sun is blotted out by a bloodlust hand,
Slain are the people,
Scortched is the sand,
The silence holds the voice of the damned.
Fire and flame consume the last,
The wind blows not and a spell is cast.
Magic of shadow,
Horrors of pasts,
All's watched from a hilltop, young face agast.
Friends and famly scattered in blood,
Pools of gore in a lifeless flood,
Face down bodies,
In puddles of mud,
the fate of the souls for him to judge!
Once a house now a pillar of smoke,
Tears in eyes and a thoat in choke,
Suddenly empty,
Pain invoke,
A child's heart now cracked and broke.
A jug of water from well had gathered,
Slips from hand and a wettness splatters,
Hits the sand,
And clay now shatters,
The thirst of corpses no longer matter.
A flash of light and a gleam of gold,
Seven items forged of blood and bone,
Magic weaved,
And the price attoned,
Awe and horror for boy's eye behold.
A wave of grief and a flood of rage,
This the doing of the pharaoh's mage!
Falling to knees,
And heart enraged,
A scream set forth and a war now waged.
Vengence sworn of a innocent mind,
Home now gone and a soul to bind,
He will search,
And he will find,
he pharaoh's death and his mind entwined.
Horses gone in a thundering roar,
Taking murderous fiends to horizon's shore,
Gried now reigns where a spirit had soared,
A young boy crying for blood and more.
Tears of pain and a vengence planned,
All alone kneeling in the sand,
A spirit now dark,
And sane gone mad,
A life sworn to take by a child's hand!