The Child's Legend

The battle raged around the boy,
Def to the rage, blind to the pain,
His sword no more a toy;
Nothing to lose, nothing to gain.

Orphaned when he was born,
Life unwanted, life abandoned,
Family gone, heart long torn,
Anger, rage that none can fathom.

Death looming so close by,
The boy fights to save the day,
Oily dark clouds cover the sky,
Men lost to the violent fray.

Rain pelts flesh and armor,
Wet blood stains the boy’s clothes,
Up from the chains looks the martyr,
Mud coats the deadly foes.

Boy sees the hero from the past,
Martyr looks to see the child,
Dark warrior closes fast,
Boy’s attacks raging, swings wild.

Martyr shouts at bravery,
Child reclaims confidence,
Warrior calls in cavalry,
Warrior’s death unknown since.

Child draws close to hero,
Sword outstretched,
Boy falls endlessly,
Spear through chest.

Martyr weeps, child lost,
Sorrow to sadness to rage,
Hero’s tears fall to the new frost,
Strength enough, broken chains.

Hero, martyr no more,
Takes up fallen child’s sword,
Fights for bravery, fights a war,
Fights with many, fights for Lord,

Lost boy gives hero strength,
Strength enough to win the day,
Fighting through enemy ranks,
Hero enters the fray.

Many fall to Hero’s blade,
Many more turn to run,
Fury unleashed, anger unchained,
Hero stands in reborn sun.

Terror fills evil hearts,
Hero moves with deadly grace,
Dark ranks turn and part,
Dark Lord enters in pace.

Beautiful battle ensues,
A dangerous dance of death,
Fighting fast, fighting true,
Fighting to prevent the end.

Hero comes in fast,
Dark Lord drops his blade,
War ended with a single strike,
Child’s noble sacrifice saved.

Fact to legend to myth,
Child lives on,
Blade lost in history’s mist,
Story told by Hero anon.