Ashbringer

Life to me is precious, and this one thing I do know

That in lands where evil reigns, only pure evil grows

That they reap the harvest that their wickedness did sow

And the dead they still do serve their overlord, you know

I looked around my village, and it was full of life

Not peaceful only, as all things, there was always strife

And the thought that magic could turn husband on wife

Is something so alien to me it cuts me like a knife

For I was told, when I was born, I came in with first light

And to those that raised me, they believed I had to fight

Always and unendless, 'gainst the coming of the night

And when the world, imperiled was, only I could end their plight

And so when story trickled in, of evil to the north

And armies led by undead dread, my life had found its course

And with my brave companions, I took fast to horse

To live or die, and mayhaps free, those under evil's scourge

I don't know if to death I go, though even if I did

I feel that I would always go, to maybe darkness rid

From ice trapped lands that never knew the evil that was bid

Upon their ground, and people too, at least so it is said

And maybe this has never been, as it was told to me

My fast, unyielding fate to go, this thing called destiny

And yet, if you were in my place, would you ever flee

If in your fleeing you deny, their chances to be free?