DEMON summoned by magic of the DARK,
MORTAL hoping to control his BARK.
DEMON was not pleased, she is WRONG,
SHE was weak, he was STRONG.
THE evil one impregnated HER.
LEAVING an offspring with the MORTALS,
HE may come to and from via PORTALS.
SHE gave birth to a BOY,
MAGIC was like a TOY.
THE boy was a natural with MAGIC.
BORN of demon & mortal was DARKCHILDE,
EVERYONE
feared the boy of the WILD.
HIS mother loved dark ARTS,
WHILE he was soft of HEART.
SHE would kill, he would HEAL.
MOTHER taught son the dark WAYS,
HOW to master the dark WAYS.
DARKCHILDE
learned 3 times as FAST,
THAN his mother had in her PAST.
USING magic, he forged his SWORD.
AVENGER,
the name of his SWORD,
WIELDED with ease like a bard on a CHORD.
AVENGER was
of great MIGHT,
IT filled evil with FRIGHT.
HEADS rolled as avenger STRUCK.
DARKCHILDE reluctantly
LEARNED,
HOPING Mother would BURN.
USING dark ways for GOOD,
HE helped everyone he COULD.
A knight without shinning ARMOR.
AFTER
mastering the dark ARTS,
DARKCHILDE
ripped out Mothers HEART.
HE
made a great VOW,
TO
defend, to the best of his know HOW.
FEAR
being his best ALLY.
SONGS
sung and tales TOLD,
BARDS
and skalds made TOLLS.
TELLING
of the one from the DARK,
THEY
sang of is vicious BARK.
RUTHLESSLY
killing all EVIL.
SOULS
of his PREY,
STRENGTHENED
his dark RAYS.
POWER
beyond mortal DREAMS,
THE
might of his dark BEAMS.
LEAVING
nothing but ASH.
PEOPLE
stared at HIM,
FEAR
in all of THEM.
DARKCHILDE'S
hideous stare, scared ALL,
HE
still fought to see evil FALL.
HE
fought valiantly for the MORTALS.
MORTALS
of Gaul exiled HIM,
DARKCHILDE
felt hurt by THEM.
PONDERING
of sending all to the GRAVE,
PONDERING
the many he SAVED.
BUT
time was NEAR.
TIME
for toy to meet toy MAKER,
QUESTIONING
who will be the TAKER.
FEELING
a strong evil in the AIR,
PARANOIA
was EVERYWHERE.
WAITING
for the INEVITABLE.
GATHERING
were the dark CLOUDS,
A
clap of thunder, fleeing were CROWDS.
LIGHT
of the sun did DISAPPEAR,
CURIOSITY
made mortals PEER.
THEY
felt a rip at heart and SOUL
THE
evil one began his STRIKE,
CHAOS,
fear, and hate felt ALIKE.
ALL
felt at least ONE,
AS
clouds of darkness became ONE.
PRAYING
for forgiveness were the MORTALS.
DARKCHILDE
came to aid the MORTALS,
IN
the sky was a dark PORTAL.
FIGHTING
in the SKY,
NO
mortals dare EYE.
IT
was Father verses SON.
DARKCHILDE
fought long and HARD,
FATHER
caught him off GUARD.
FATHER
banished his SON,
THE
day the demon WON.
THEN
all mortals did FIGHT.
MORTALS
fought hard, but to no AVAIL,
THE
demon was sure to PREVAIL.
MAGIC
was gathered by ALL,
HOPING
the demon would FALL.
UNITING
all they HAD.
VILLAGE
was BURNING,
MORTALS
were RUNNING.
SOME
fought FIRES,
MAGES
were casting the "FUNERALS
PYRE".
THEY
fought hopeless FIGHTS.
DARKCHILDE
opened a PORTAL,
AND
returned to world of MORTALS.
EMERGING
in the LIGHT,
HE
was ready to FIGHT.
USING
Father as a BEACON.
MEPHISTOPHELES
was forced to FLEE,
ALL
mortals happy and GLEE.
ALL
wanted Darkchilde to STAY,
BUT
I must go AWAY.
FATHER
must DIE.