Baron Antoine
I was born of humble blood, a middle child, unranked, unseen.
An honest workers child with dreams of glory beyond reach.
My father told me tales of noble deeds and chivalry,
I longed to be a hero, setting captured maidens free.
I left my home and raised my sword in search of glory
And many victories did I gain.
The maidens flocked to me, I thought I’d live forever,
Until a grievous wound threatened my life and left me lame.
But tell me why should I die? Why should I accept this fate?
When there are many weaker men who walk the land.
I know that I’m an honest man, I try to do the best I can,
So let the Gods call back another, I won’t go.
I raised my eyes to the Gods and asked them to extend my life,
‘Continue killing evil men’ was Their reply.
‘If you defeat them by the sword and woo their women as reward
The Gods will smile upon you and you will not die.’
So I roamed the world in search of evildoers,
And wicked men weren’t hard to find.
Their petty hearts were filled with malice and corruption,
With every life I took, I left a better world behind.
So tell me why should I die, I’ve fought so hard to stay alive.
I’ve bent the truth to show the weaker men the way.
Perhaps I’m not an honest man, but I still do the best I can.
So let the Gods call back another, I won’t go.
As my family it grew, the price of life I finally knew,
My blood alone could buy my immortality.
Were I to rise unto my throne then I must murder flesh and bone,
Become the evil that I hunted, to succeed.
I saw too late the snare Satún had drawn me into.
I’d been deceived, yet still I fall.
My puppet-master tweaks the strings that hold my sword-arm.
No force upon this earth can save me now.
So tell me how can I survive the dreadful things I’ve done in life,
My children lie in sacrifice within their graves.
My sons have died to pave my way and I let others take the blame.
Satún’s my master now and with him I must stay.
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(OC Author - Bria McAllister)