Awakening

[Cerce]

A strange ballad plays within your head as you sleep one night...

I'll tell you a tale, so terribly true;
Started out as a rumor, but suddenly grew.
It deals with a man, and a heart, and a book;
An unborn child, its innocence took...

It happened one day in room full of dread,
A woman lay stricken, bleeding of red
Her captor pulling fate's strings like a thread
And her lover defeated, gone and now dead...

Unspeakable darkness intruded the land
The child was birthed by the captor's hand
He smiled, and thought, At last, I win
Before the first battle can even begin.

Many years passed, full of war and death
The Sleeper Awakened, now drawing breath
The One, the Other, and All now see
The corruptable nature of humanity

The child grew on, from boy to a man
Enslaved by tormentors killing who ran
Yet, driven by something beyond himself
He worked his best, increasing in health

With firm resignation, the powers above
Abandoned the people who gave up on love
And so, determined, the One and the All
Sent the Other on in to cause all men's fall

However, unknown to the powers that be,
Another one lived in this land by the sea
Beyond all knowledge, killer of kings -
Enslaver of souls and puller of strings.

He knew of the Other, and Sarkom's demise
And began to gain rule through powerful lies
Wielding the powers of darkness of old
His origins hidden, his goals unknown

Nomanic! Nomanic!
We cannot win, we must admit.
Who can it be that set you free?
He really must be a nit-wit.

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