Part 1 - Never forget the fallen.
hearing the crickets,pacing across the floor
i found the way i was searching for.
glass reflections,stumble sounds
outside i wait,under mist and clouds.
hear her name,see figures of black
not going alone,touching the wall with my back.
from the heavens they fall, march knights of light
excessive breathing before they fight,
before their contact,one knight of light calls
my name,I am the one he's been looking for
Adrin of Martha, I tell you this
five generations after, will rise a kid
with powers of good, looks and might
this teenage boy will rise, and fight.
torn from his speech comes king of dread
a lord of torture which wreaks of the dead
mind and body these colossal men fought
but im ashamed to say, the knight of light falls
slain by the sword of the king of dread
he goes to a region where no man dares to tread
a place of anguish, not for the weak or cold
a place which is filled with dead and foes.
once the battle begins, a cry for help
a knight on the cold ground with a blade nearly heart deep.
seeing all this happen, inside my head
i wonder as i wake from my bed.
this glimpse of fable,
has showed me how,
the actions I must take and the power I must have.
this vision was meant to happen, like everything else,
just like you.
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