Enter scene one,our lonely hero emerges,
Victim of lifes most deadliest urges.
Enter our hero, his lone soul divided,
Face covered in dust, his path undecided.
How did he come to this, you ask?
When life comes to play, his horrible past
Our hero, half dead, His soul on the brink,
He's crazed and underfed, unable to think.
His mind almost gone, his life on the line,
Will his love, the goddess, find him in time.
The Hero might live, his life goes unchecked,
The plague of the heart, it leads to infect.
Through the pain of his soul, my he yet survive,
We hope beyond hope, the life giving drive.
Though my hero may die, his memory lives on
In the hearts of the lovers, his regretible song.
Oh my friend we will mourn, we will feel lost,
His soul was most precious, no matter the cost.
When you play lifes game, you have nothing to gain,
Except for this emotion, the one we call pain.
Enter scene one, though the hero will die,
His memory lives on, Just look to the sky.