Fallen Hero 1
Born of my inequity,
and denied my own heritage.
When I am its glory,
do not your works for it is all,
vanity.
Fortold said the anceint one,
Death!
Seers in the shelter of my mind chant.
Fire!
That in which I lay claim to
Is no more,
they become cobwebs of little destiny.
Save sorrow and Misery!

Heed my warning Betrayer!
Know your heart is empty and seek not my vengence!
Unless you are slain at the point of gladius on raftiu,
I fight ghosts of long past dismay!
Inquire of me not my own destiny,
I know my fate well
sufferage and pain!
You know nothing!
you are no scholar!
You are a mindless cretin!
Little more than a lost Minotaur,
in the maze of forbidden isle!
Speak to me not unless you find your tongue slain
in some unglorious battle!
Betrayed By Fire!
I know half-wits that speak clearer than you now!
Your a Lowly son of a whore!
Godless cretin!
Little more than a dogman!
Little less than a man!
Less than the Great Hero Everyone knew
became the Minotaur by fires own rite!