Long long ago, there was a battle,
battle between love and hate, battle between war and peace,
the battle between the two sides,
and the supporters of two entities, darkness and light.
In this clash for humanity’s fate,
He pledged his life to the lord of light,
he fought against all the evil knights.
Oh! what a faith he had on the side he served,
he never cared about his own life,
giving his all to solve this chaos,
only to halt when kissed by comatose.
Ultimately his mind stirred, god knows in what time,
but he finds no crisis, the battle was over it seemed.
he was glad, for his sacrifice wasn’t in vain,
he was glad, for world was lightened again.
But his delight soon got shattered down ,
the truth behind this peace drove him insane.
his own side, the side he sworned his life to,
the light, the virtue had betrayed his faith.
He uncovered a dreary truth,
he was being used as a pawn all this time,
his fate was planned and so was his time,
so when it was over, they tossed him away.
The betrayal was painful for him to sway,
his mind frayed, his feelings flayed,
so empty he was then inside, he cried, cried until his vocals all dried,
the darkness devoured his soul until it died.
A new tale started from here, a tale of hate and betrayal,
the man once so devoted to humanity,
now wanted to be its nemesis,
the man who once loathed violence,
is now known as the mortal rage genesis.
The pall warrior, the evil knight,
so many names the world use to relate,
but in the end he is an embodiment of betrayal,
the epitome of cursed fate.