The path to freedom was dark and menacing
Underneath the stars was an array of primordial malady
Nowhere to run, no great escape to perceive
No love story to be written.
A hero came and stirred up chaos
Fought in the midst of uncertainty
Crashed and burned, bloodied pride
White sleeve, drenched in red.
He was no warrior, his sword perished
He couldn’t survive the battle he started
The unnamed hero, lost his cape
He couldn’t save her.