The Fifth Horseman

Once there was light
so pretty and bright
Once there was hope
so easy to cope
Once I was noble
Once I was great
Once I was the people's hero

The darkness comes,
so evil and sneer,
to steal the souls of those i hold dear
I can not fight what I so fear.
I twist and turn but can not stop,
The darkness takes me withered and wrought.

I've seen the error in my ways
I come to bring the end of days.
Once there was light
so feeble and weak
Once there was hope
but that's but a joke
I see I was foolish
I see i was weak
The people planned to betray me.

My comrades, they leave
My mind is my own
for the first time i truly see clearly.
The men who had fought
their bodies rot
Their homes left in ruin.

There is not a knife, to end my strife
All the weapons where taken.
I sit here alone, contemplating my own
when suddenly a thought is awakened
I was the people's puppet
I was the darkness' deviate
Now i can finally alleviate
the bonds that sealed my fate.

I sit in the fields
shed not but a tear
for the pain and havoc I brought
For alone, i may be
not since a baby,
have I ever been truly this free.