Disclaimer: I don't own Samson or anything else from Arc the Lad: Twilight of the Spirits.
Ode to Samson
A flashy thief who was a showboat
A womanizer as well
But there was more to Samson than meets the eye
And a past he'd rather not tell
He was a hero in Karg's eyes
And a nuisance to Diltzweild
But Samson believed he himself was tainted
After his village felled
Samson wasn't always a thief
He had a family he loved dear
But Diltzweild came and took all away
And killed almost everyone near
Samson and his family escaped
But the rest of the village was dead
Diltzweild was still on their heels
And for a while they fled
But Samson couldn't hold back his anger
His whole village had been lost
He desperately wanted revenge
And he didn't care what was the cost
So, he left his wife and daughter
And threw away his away his old life
He even changed his name
All because his heart was filled with strife
He formed a group of thieves
And learned how to shoot guns
But he never truly forgot his family
Even after many suns
One day he heard his daughter was in danger
He met Karg soon after
Eventually, he reunited with Lilia
The daughter from his life's precious chapter
Even though Lilia was alright
Sadly, his wife was dead
It was a fact that tore a hole in his heart
And stung in the back of his head
Then, Lilia was recaptured
Soon, Samson was on the chase
She was needed for a ritual
And had to be rescued with great haste
Samson soon faced the ruler of Diltzweid
The one he hated dear
To keep Samson from shooting
He kept Lilia near
Samson knew what he had to do
To get revenge no matter the cost
But there was a good chance
That his daughter would be lost
Lilia was prepared to die
She wanted to do what's best from the start
But even as he put his hand on the trigger
He paused due to the love in his heart
But it was soon too late
As Samson was shot in the back
He saw Lilia one last time
As his vision faded to black
Karg found him a short time later
As Samson was at death's door
His heart heavy with regret
As he died sitting on the floor
Revenge is a sad thing
It consumes one with hate and strife
One would do things one would later regret
At the end of one's life
Now that the world has been saved
And violence temporarily at cease
Lilia is now out of danger
And Samson may find his peace