Chapter 1
I'm going to tell you a story.
You may like it,
Or you may not,
But all that matters is that I tell it like it happened
All those years ago in England
Where a hero rose from the ashes
Of a hopeless world
And fought for his country
His people
And those that he loved.
And the destiny that was his to fulfill
Also belonged to another,
One of his blood
Whom fate decided
Should fail in his mission.
It fell into the hands of another
To shape his destiny as he would
To teach the wayward son
Of war, and peace
Darkness and light
Of love and hate
And the forces of the universe
That drove him as they did
From the innocence of childhood,
To the experience of death.
But still he raged on
In an attempt to defeat
The cause of his suffering
And the suffering of countless others
Who were swallowed in the shadow of evil and pain.
And it all began with the Sibyl who spoke to the air,
of power and of the struggles of her people
to be free.
And this she said with unseeing eyes
Born from the ashes
Baptized by fire
The Sun is his midwife
The Night, his desire
The Darkness, his teacher
The Moon is his nurse
The Stars keep his secrets, for better or worse
Born to misfortune
He knows only hate
Death's sickle he wields
To defy his own fate
The mark on his body
Warns all those he nears
That they fight a man who embodies their fears
Despair not, mankind
Though depressed and down-trod
He was born to avenge
The children of God
The cries of the oppressed
Can be heard from the streets
Calling for justice, the Dark Lord's defeat
Aided by Heaven
And also by Hell
Only Time may attest
To the stories I tell
Whether he wins
Or whether he dies
You will witness the story from his very own eyes