In a wasteland, a baby was born
Parents slaughtered, in a nights flash
Leaving a streak of a crimson thorn
Leaving the baby to dash
His run for eternal
As each mile passes so does his life
Living his life nocturnal
Memories like a knife
Now a man, a slayer of nightmares
A blade of beauty
A future of affairs
A future of duty
A life of revenge
For the fleeing child
For a child who forgets why to avenge
All he know is he is in the wild
Comments
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not the best and not very clear this is more of a very condensed story
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very descriptive
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