A Heretics Tell (narrative poem)

A fire burns across a noble land
From ancient forest to the desert sand
All the land was consumed by fire
As the people lost all hope and desire
Why has the gods done this so?
As their tears ran like the rivers flow
All hope was dead and faded away
As a child was born on that unforgive day

A child was given life
Sadly raised under the warrior’s knife
The darkness and pain he saw it all
As he watch as people fall
Such pain and death he became cold
As he heard of legends the ancients told
A man would come and save the realm
As the blood of the fallen reaches from pad to helm
The child would try and be the hero at last
As the decreed from the past

Grown the warrior left his home
To travel aboard and always roam
To be a god he will try
Being mortal, he will die
Fighting the deities his path was set
Only in the end his goal wasn’t met
Death now is what he knew
From defeat to victory all but a few
Heretics fall and lay to waste
In the end victory he would taste

After his death all was well
The hero changed the laid from Hell
Only in death he was right
The defeat on him had won the fight
The land grew and became once again
From the martyr of on an, forgive was his sin.