under Parliament in the catacombs.
His attempt to blow it up was spurned,
accomplished centuries later by a man badly burned.
Four hundred years down the road,
the man with no memory bears the load.
His past forgotten and buried deep;
infamous grudges he does keep.
In Larkhill and trapped in a cell,
undergoing tests and believing in Hell,
the deadly avenger in spiritually born;
his body scarred, his spirit torn.
With Scarlet Carsons as his only trial,
symbolizing death and that life is frail,
this new man of purpose takes the stand;
a symbol idolized in the forsaken land.
Revenge and his plan his only friends,
the masked man continues on towards his end.
For twenty years he sought only this day;
his plan succeeding, pain going away.
On this day the dictatorship will fall,
the masked man the cause, bringing freedom to all.
A new government, by the people, will rise,
bought for the country with the Chancellor's demise.
Loaded with boxes of dynamite, a train lights up the darkened night.
Towards Parliament the train speeds below,
in an underground subway not many know.
Explosions are heard as the train hits its' mark;
fireworks flare, lighting up the deep dark.
A celebration for a man believed myth;
a new beginning on November the Fifth