THE MEDIEVAL SOLDIER

IN THE DARKNESS OF NIGHT, FORBIDDING OF LIGHT.
A MEDIEVAL SOLDIER LOST IN TIME, CARRIERS A SCROLL THAT ONCE WAS MINE.

HE COMES OUT OF THE ABYSS, COVERED IN METAL AND BLOOD.
CARRYING THE SCROLL OF THE NAMES THE WORLD DID LOVE.

HIS PRESCIENCE IS FIERCE FOR THE BURDEN HE BARES IS THE ONE
HE HAS CARRIED. IT’S THE ONE HE’S NOT SPARED.

HIS PURPOSE IS TO SLEW ALL THE UN-DEAD.
THE ONE’S MEANT TO DIE BY THEIR OWN HAND OR HEAD.

HE CARRIES A SWORD MADE OF ETERNITY AND TRUTH.
GIVEN TO HIM BY THE SON OF RUTH.

HE HAS KILLED THE ONES WHO HAVE SCORNED AND JUDGED.
THE ONES WHO’VE NEVER TRULY BEEN LOVED.

THE GODS AND GODDESS’S THIS IS THEIR SEED,
THEY SENT HIM IN TO THE PAST TO BE A FIERCE BEAST.

DESIGNED TO FIGHT, AND TO FEAST,
ON ALL THE EVIL THEY HIDE BENEATH.

HIS QUEST HAS COME TO BUT ONE,
TOMORROW HE RIDES IN TO THE SETTING SUN.

TO FINISH THE SCROLL AND RETURN IT TO WERE IT SHOULD BE.
FORETOLD BY THE PROPHETS, HIS SOUL WILL BE SET FREE.

WHEN HE RETURNS, THE GODS WILL FINALLY LET HIM DIE.
SO HIS SPIRIT CAN BE FREE SO IT CAN FLY.

BACK TO THE ONES HE SO LOVED BACK TO THE HEAVENS ABOVE.
FINALLY HIS SOUL WILL BE AT REST UNTIL THE NEXT UNSAVOURY QUEST.

BY: XANTHIA DEAN