Hero

Wind howled through the trees, and bushes around,

As leaves and branches fall to the ground.

People scream and people run,

But the Gods had only just begun.

Rain fell from the heavens above,

Hail driving deeper unto the ground.

Nothing protected, not even the dove,

As people were killed all around.

Bards sing, and monks pray,

Of this very dreadful and weary day.

They sing of knight's scared to the core,

They pray of black land, of Nevermore…

The Prophecies say a hero will rise,

To bring the Gods to their demise.

The hero then will say no more,

As he goes on to live, Forevermore…