When Castles were built;
And Dragons were slain.
Of a boy who was a Warrior at Heart;
He was too young to fight;
And it tore him apart.
He watched as every man left the town;
Ready to fight;
And to defend the Crown.
Now with every man gone there are no Warriors left;
To defend the town;
While villagers slept.
On a cool starry night, fire lit the skies;
As arrows were fired;
And villagers cried.
Then came ferocious men with their blades;
Cutting down any;
Who stood in their way.
The boy then awoke with a blaze in his eyes;
He lept to his feet;
And moved just in time.
His roof just caved in with a fiery blaze;
He could barely see;
Through the smokey grey haze.
He saw what was happening and quickly took action;
He sought out a blade;
To slay the Rogue Faction.
He began to fight a war no man could win;
Not even caring;
What happened to him.
He took lots of damage and slayed lots of lives;
The enemy retreated;
But gave out a cry!
"We'll be back to finish the job;
You thought this was bad;
We have stronger mobs."
And with that the Rogue Faction dissappeared out of sight;
But the destruction they caused;
Built a great deal of strife.
Almost half of the villagers dead;
Their houses collapsed;
Remianing villagers bled.
But noone bled more than the couragous boy;
Who just would not stop;
Until he thwarted the evil ploy.
They found him laying in a pile of rubble;
They cried for his life;
But recieved no mercy for their trouble.
At that moment the boys soul rose up high;
To meet with the gods;
Who would greet him in the sky.
He pleaded with them, "Please let me back down!
I need to be there;
To protect the town!"
The gods took a vote and they all agreed;
He'd watch from the clouds;
But his soul wouldn't be freed.
And up in the clouds is where he stays;
Protecting the town;
And Guarding them every day!
