Harp cords sethered by dark claws of deception destroying hope
The music of life tumbling down shattering in crashing notes
The blood spills like melted wax on a heated surface
Tree bark is torn apart and objected to idol worship
The man stands apart from the siblings of adam
His mindframe confused hatred trapped in a continous pattern
His sword bloodied with the life of the innocent
A body of stone on his face a look of indigence
At his side stands the most beautiful woman of queens
She whispers in his ear of tales and riches beyond his wildest dreams
She tells him of lands long ago where he shouldve been king
She tells him of places long lost of all the wonderfull beautiful things
He stands proud and strong his weopon ready for war
In the mist of the battlefield drenched in the rains pour
His men fight and die thier spirts rising in anguish
As the battle rages on and another enemy is vanquished
The woman whispers of how he is to be ruler of the world
A crown of diamonds and gold layered in pearls
She touches him and send chills up his spine
And the man surveys the valley and says 'one day this shall all be mine'
The woman smiles and strokes the mans shoulders and chest
And the man is drunk upon thoughts of future conquests
He prepares each troop with armor and knife
And the woman whispers to him 'your future is surely worth his life'
He mounts his horse shield and sword in hand
Not even knowing what lies in his futures plans
He charges accross the field his soldiers behind him
Not even realizing the beautiful woman is no longer beside him

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