The End of a Hero
Gore splattered on the ground
Sword gleaming with crimson blood
Blood on his face like war paint
He killed manically without care
He still is a hero
But no one hears the nightmares
The screams inside his head
The people he killed
And all for a king who wasn't there
He made a deal with a gruesome creature
He sold his soul so he wouldn't remember
The screams, the cries of war, the crimson shed.
All of this for a woman to love for a while
He gave up and forgot
But the sword still gleamed with crimson blood
And the king still warred on with a senseless quest.
The woman he left
The soul he traded gone
All for a few years of peace
But when the creature came to collect the debt
He was already gone.
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