Song To A Forgotten Hero

 T'was a calm evening, no clouds in the sky,

The silence was shattered, a new voice in the realm was heard,

Wails of life, a very nascent cry,

The sun was setting, the skies were lonely lacking even a bird;

The babe grew, into a wise and just man,

His adolescence was wrought in pandemonium, probably reflecting his short life,

He learned to wield a sword and a bow, every animal from his hunt ran,

Little did he know, his life was one of strife;

The hero grew up to be the greatest swordsman in all the land,

Sharp with his mind, swift in his acts,

Many a maiden, lusted for his hand,

Under his onslaught, every armor cracked;

As his prowess grew, so did his appetite,

His want for power multiplied, so did his avarice,

Forever more fell under his sword, to his great delight,

With his arrogance, incremented his malice;

All in all, he was a just man, a good ruler,

Yet he always wanted more, never satisfied with his own lore,

Dreams of perpetual reign and immortality blinded him, he was in need of a healer,

From the north to the south, the east to the west, all bowed before his roar;

Yet too soon this hero of unsung songs, Met his earthly demise,

T'was when he decided to master time itself, for time bows to no man: mortal or otherwise,

At the climax of the war he waged on time, did the hero's futility arise,

Time is himself ,he learned too late as it flies;

No being shall challenge the passage of the perennial dimension,

The lost hero, realised  that one cannot fight change: for that is what time is,

Eventually there manifested a calm in his tension,

There the forgotten hero breathed his last, as he slipped into eternal bliss;