He, who marches alone

[Ashclout]

With each ponderous step the earth wails and cracks. Grass withers, even as roses bloom. 

A wasteland of ash and thorns left in his wake. Only blood-red petals disturb the grey expanse.

     

I : 

Long ago, there was a time when...

The darkness had descended on the world once more,
A young boy was called upon to take up this chore.
To rid the world of that darkness no matter the cost,
To keep on trekking, no matter what was lost.

So he did, he took up that impossible fight,
Decided to fight for truth, for good, and for light.
He had a group of friends, his sole companions,
Each helped the other, picked them up from their sins.

But as the fight continued and as they struggled to keep going,
It seemed one among them was doing all the sinning.
A turncoat, a liar, a betrayer was he,
Locking the others up, not letting them free.

They were chained up and thrown into the darkest pit
And in that darkness, that boy couldn't believe it
His dear friend had kidnapped all against their will
Even started to single them out, who he was going to kill.

So the boy broke free and went towards all of his fears,
Attacking and killing his friend through all the tears.
Swearing an oath to the gods to go on alone,
Destroying all the friendships that were meticulously sewn.

He wandered a while, vanquishing all evil,
Letting the blackness consume more of his soul.
Til he was at last consumed by his mission,
Lost forever in the death of his friend, his worst of sins.

"An age of Famine is upon you.."