slayer

Many a knight pursues a quest
For honour, glory, things that pass.
In blind fury they headlong charge
The mighty beast that they awake;
Most leave the filed in Charon’s barge,
Corpses charred by the ancient drake.
With faith in forces they possess
Few walk upright through the test.

The fame of Slayer one so wins
Like did St. George in ancient time:
A dragon less now walks the Earth
And fools rejoice and raise their prayers.
Yet, Earth is dragons’ since its birth
And mere usurpers are the slayers.
The guilt heavy as is great the crome,
Their true trial but now begins.

To earn redemption they now must
Wash clean of sacred blood their hands:
The worst of pains tortures their minds
- A pain only a Slayer feels;
It’s pain that tears and pain that binds
- A pain only a Dragon heals.
A Slayer’s quest thus never ends:
Heal wounds with dragon’s aid and trust.