An Epic to a Dark Hero... {Part 1}

-In the firs he resides among the spirits of his fallen comrades and companions, ReLiving every second of the war that he has yet to fight...


Feeling the new frost approaching, his mind moves to the hopeful early spring,
On the day of all he chose to battle the hordes of the deep evil that he felt approaching from the far distant tomorrow, seething with the compassion for the life that drove him to the front lines,
Never once considering death but his mind clouded with the vertigo that love crowded into his mind,
his love knowing no bounds pushed him to the very edge of existence...

The soft soffit of the early morning sky sending him the love that it could, and preparing for the hideous nature of the young warriors adversary,
The earth itself began to weep that her children would begin down the path of their destruction,
The wind howled as it ran from the armies of the dark seditonist warning the world over, and calling the world for the Heroes to take up arms and aid the young man prepare for what was to come...

On the side of the warrior you saw many from the prodigal to the poor,
both putting their differences aside to work to the savior of man,
They built this world and did not plan to let it be crushed before them silently,
Light houses established along the path were the Obelisks of the light of man,
preparation over these months had been made but still the Dark Army ever marched on approaching the world of man their plans beside the end of man were unknown...