War-stained hero in the guise of child:
You fool me not, for I pierce your façade.
Riding through nations that no longer smile
Meddling with legends and playing with gods
This world may look up to you as your adorer
As you bear your shield against its ruination,
Yet I grin at that holiness that girds your aura
And laugh at the thought of your escaping damnation.
For you have come to the land where the living tread not
Where hell's unchained slaves make their descent
Where the sanities of the innocent come crawling to rot
And all screams for mercy are ruthlessly rent
Your mind will fracture in the moaning abyss
And like your flesh it will fester and molder
Your infernal fate consumed by nothingness.
And you, too, will be a soulless soldier.