His was a life born of stars
That aligned along a seventh son
He lived between the western crags
Until his eyes looked past the peaks
When he left his terraced home
He didn’t know what he would find
But he knew he had to seek
For whatever bound him to his home
Bound him no longer
He crossed the sea for answers
And left the island sad
For even though he’d learned some secrets
He’d learned less about himself
For many years he wandered lands
And sought to help those whom he found
But rarely did he find a comfort
Often did he find a fight
And so for many years this went
This to and fro of life unspent
He found a way to settle down
And in the mountains found a friend
With two others who’d learned the same
This man found care in power games
He sought to change the scales for man
That they might take what belonged to Fae
And in his search for simple charms
Fomented he, an evil harm
An evil as yet unseen
Between the peaks of east and west
Never had the land observed
Such horror from such good intentions
It takes little for the hero’s fall
A quick peak at what could have been
And in the in between desire
Of power or of martyrdom
The weak willed leave the fight for good
And instead grope for self and soul
They sell to buy the newest gold
In this case, this old man devoured
A new magic, a fetid flower
And for his work, he was cursed
One of the greatest Maybelmok
To ever, ever walk this earth
And now he searches evermore
For the creature he did sow
Between the peaks of east and west
Treks the serpent out of nest
Doomed to strive until the end
To fix his acts, to make amends
Though some things cannot be undone
And in time’s ledger his name is written
For Woden Thorn of the Kotemor
Who cannot ever find death’s door.
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