The Bane of Heaven

Darkness, consumes,
Leaving Men on the plain,
Intrepid, yet isolated,
More than possibly, doomed

So many have fallen,
So who will rise,
And take forth this battle,
Back to the skies?

Men, unto each other,
Truly, they do beseech,
"Is there not one among us,
Who will stand, stand tall, and lead?"

Men on the plain,
Are writhing in pain,
From wounds which will not heal
So many souls have fled,
So many are lost, dead,
How few remain, on the field?

But amidst all the blame,
All the shared shame,
Of what can only be a shattering defeat,
A Man comes forth in chains,
Comes onto the plain,
And in the dust at their feet, kneels

He is no criminal,
Not even a common thief,
As is ascertained by the circlet on his brow,
Leaves of woven gold, wreathed
His name is "Bane",
And he is not a Man, but a KING

He was stricken from the ranks,
Before the Men even took the field,
He swore this fight would be their undoing,
He was undaunted, he would not yield

Now in their moment of greatest need,
This detractor is all that they have left,
A Warrior born, in truth, in deed,
Shall lead them unto victory, or death

Nemesis sees this man,
And fire springs forth from his eyes
This Man is the one he is seeking,
The one for which so many have already died

This man is his most mortal enemy,
And he will NOT be denied

jlp June 12, 2010