The Fiend and the Friar

There once was a man 
So humble and willed
To protect the thing,
That men tried to steal.
A friar-
whom was not well known
Spent his days in the chapel 
Where he felt he was home 

One dreadful night
In the early November 
It was the coldest winter
He could ever remember
The humble servant 
Though ill and poor aged 
Encountered a man
Skilled with the blade

A man with a mission 
One dream, and a goal
To collect a relic
For treasures untold. 

The old man was weak
He wished to retire
Yet remained loyal
His soul he desired.

"Surrender now, 
And all will be well
Else blood will be spilt 
And I shall see you in Hell!"

Patient he was 
His hand he raised slowly
Said he "My son
I see indeed  you are troubled 
And tho you live your life
Through chains and rubble
And you're crimes are lowly 
I will be damned and all 
Will be lost
If I bite my tongue
For something so much
As an earthly cost!"

The Fiend  so quick and so wise
Did not think this matter civilized 
"Very well, I see it's too late
Surely you, dreadful fool 
Have sealed your own fate."

The sword in his hand
Did slowly raise
And the poor old man
That night he was slain 
Tho ashes to ashes
This man did remain 
Erpupted Triumphant
For his life
And his death 
Had not been in vain.