It had been too many years since he could go all out

　　he had to mind his manners with the drunken prince about

　　at times he felt more like a babysitter than a knight

　　rarely did he get a chance to cut loose in a fight

　　He ran right through the night until the sun began to rise

　　and then a scene he often dreamt of filled the hero`s eyes

　　mages, knights, and sorcerers all clad in robes of black

　　wyverns in the skies and monsters leading the attack

　　The city they had landed on was already destroyed

　　the monsters weren`t a force that normal people could avoid

　　finally he`d have an opportunity to fight

　　he`d flex his magic powers and display his awesome might

　　He heard the screams of those still trying to escape the town

　　and with finesse he started cutting evil monsters down

　　some were quite familiar, and some were strange and new

　　but of the monsters in the wide world, those he feared were few

　　He saved the people he could find from death and heard their thanks

　　then noticed how the army used the dead to fill their ranks

　　those the poison killed would rise again without a soul

　　full of evil magic but there minds no longer whole

　　With pointed teeth, they growled like all the beasts they fought beside

　　the hero was surprised that even he was terrified

　　still he took his fiery swords and carried on his quest

　　relying on the power that he knew and loved the best

　　He made sure that he saved a few survivors while he fought

　　and some did manage to escape with moments that he bought

　　but that was not the reason why the hero felt relieved

　　for many of his foes were stronger than he had believed

　　The hero`s fire was not enough to burn his enemies

　　it took his mighty sword to bring the undead to their knees

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　　the town was fully emptied of the people he could save

　　In the distance he could see them running far away

　　doubtless they would tell the tale of how he saved the day

　　then he turned his sword upon the wyverns in the sky

　　and fired his magic upward and he watched the creatures die

　　As they fell upon the city with a gruesome sound

　　he started dealing with the stronger monsters on the ground

　　though they were controlled with magic, none were very strong

　　and only sorcerers remained to face him before long

　　The army was reduced to several hundred human shapes

　　some were more like shadows, all adorned in cloaks and capes

　　they gathered all around him in the ruins of the town

　　and then for just a moment all the chaos settled down

　　"Why have you attacked this place, do you not fear my blade

　　do you dare confront this sacred empire I have made"

　　the hero shouted angrily, but smiled with joy and pride

　　he could sense a power with which he was satisfied

　　He didn`t plan to chat with every foe he met at war

　　he`d only shouted words from one old song he`d heard before

　　but something happened once his words had reached the mage`s ears

　　thousands of them suddenly burst out in endless cheers

　　The spirit of the war was gone, the tension disappeared

　　the hero lost the will to fight a spectacle so weird

　　amidst the celebration, one mage walked to where he stood

　　the hero was defensive til the mage removed their hood

　　A fine young woman greeted him with captivating eyes

　　her innocent appearance caught the hero by surprise

　　"oh sacred one, we didn`t know you`d planned so far ahead

　　we see why you were chosen by the ruler of the dead"

　　The celebration quieted and all the mages bowed

　　the hero barely found the will to lash out at the crowd

　　"who are all you people, you who desecrate this land

　　why do you spread poison here, and under whose command"

　　The woman smiled sincerely to the hero and she sighed

　　"we are servants, but for far too long we`ve had to hide

　　just like you, we live for our immortal ruler`s sake

　　though we`ve lived in shadows, thanks to you, he`s now awake

　　We could never sacrifice so many souls so fast

　　with your empire though, we`ll sacrifice enough at last

　　please forgive our interference in your righteous plan

　　I thank you on behalf of our immortal poison clan"

　　The hero blankly stared at her, and then he heard a sound

　　mages everywhere in sight were falling to the ground

　　some were driving blades into their chests, while others burned

　　as if death was something for which all of them had yearned

　　"We`ll be going on ahead, but soon we`ll meet again

　　once our king is risen, we shall serve beside you then"

　　in front of him, a fire consumed the beautiful young mage

　　who might`ve been a normal woman, just about his age

　　The hero`s vision blurred as everyone began to die

　　he could even call upon his words to ask them why

　　he thought they may be fooling him, but they were surely dead

　　he couldn`t grasp a single word his enemy had said

　　He ran around in panic, but he couldn`t understand

　　every foe he saw had welcomed death by their own hand

　　then he heard a muffled groan from someone still alive

　　but it was just another mage with no will to survive

　　He ran toward the mage and found him bleeding from his side

　　he knelt and put his hands upon the wound before he cried

　　"why do you all die like this, what meaning can you see

　　how come while you poison others, you all bow to me"

　　The old man coughed and placed his hand upon the hero`s arm

　　"don`t be silly young one, death could never do us harm

　　now we`ll be immortal in the arms of our true king

　　thanks to you our work is done, good luck with everything"

　　The hero`s great confusion had evolved into a rage

　　he didn`t know if he should curse or heal the dying mage

　　his mind in chaos, he began to cast a healing spell

　　but just as it began to work, the bitter hero fell