Into the Unknown

Risen, fallen, broken, lost

A king paid too high a cost

Remained as fuel, to a raging fire

Hollowed, insane, to never tire

A god, a deity, a lord in time

A king who punished his own crime


Remember this wasted lord,

Never resting, nevermore

Dark will rise, will take its toll

Residing deep within the soul

So, waiting, on the end of today

Stood a cursed, the ground to never lay


Legend has foretold, in days to unfold

A lost will stand, crushed by his brand

Steeped in the dark, will leave its mark

Among all those of his kind.


The lost fought, torn as he thought

Of what a world he hated, truly unabated

Sin shall break, his mind to take

As the lords had lied.


But one day soon, covered by the moon.

An old friend killed, a ring as he willed

The lost will rise, answer the cries

Of all those who have died.


Tired and broken, old anger awoken.

Shadow to cover, to break, to smother

The lost cry out, without the shadow of doubt

An abyss will stay denied.


It makes me wonder,

How it makes me ponder,

The world that we wander,

Carrying that old monster.


To stoop so low

Corpses for crows

The remains of a foe

To stay lost and alone.


That old knight, set to drain

Amid the shadow he will remain

To fight and set free, he came

To leave, tortured, broken, insane


That old king's ineffable curse

A fate of which there are few worse

He stayed by the flame, hollow as the others

Forced to sacrifice his family and brothers.

A king must always carry his mark.

Bear the curse of a soul so dark.