the curtailed epic

stance 1 the end's begining
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A bloody dagger in hand and all around lay dead
symbols of heart and mind and soul
the eye the sword and the tree etched into his right arm
Revenge is a subtle art often sought and seldom deserved
Now its over was it ever worth it
"was it part of life that brought you here"
said the dying soldier by the cave wall
"we had nothing to do with the things that came to pass so long ago"
The reply was swift and met with blade as Hadren said to where the soldier lay
" the sins of past i have avenged and with my knife youll meet thyne end"
The soldier quickly to reply as he slowly bleed through hate filled eyes
"My fathers acts are not my own and my son will swear vengance on thyne own"
The bitter circle shall return in hatreds shadow ever flown

Hadren looked upon the man with gentle doubt as his rose his right hand
"Now to finish what i had begun and slash the life from your blood stained hand"
The soldier with his last reply
"The blood is yours not mine to clense , for my father may have done this things it was me who brought him to his end. You shall slay an inocent man to fufill your hatred , at bloodlusts demand"
Hadren quicly rose his blade and purged the life from whence it laid
The soliders body lay quite still as death grasped with its stolid hand
and in his mind Hadren saw he was no better than Terkraw
He murderd the family of an inocent child to seek revenge
nothing left could he do to make amense
his life driven by blood and pain his story written must remain
for his children not to make his mistake on the cave walls his story will remain
if they come to see this place the hope remains that with his words the tides will change