Part III - Redemption

I left , my heart broken
but not spirit
I left on my quest
to search for a monster
the monster who'd first
taken my life
and now my love

I followed his fiendish trail
of destruction
through villages
and over mountains
dead beasts and birds
wasted men and trees
fire and blood all over

Soon i reached
village of the wise
unprotected
yet unspoilt
they can't see it
those who seek to destroy

I asked them for counsel
and they asked me to leave
for i was dead and
resurrected ,
and that is not a good omen ,
or so said these .
i begged for a clue
and the a wise one
pointed me to the door
but when i looked at him
i realized
That was the way i had to go

i flew along
the directed path
not stopping
to eat or rest
being resilient
With my weak body
was the toughest part
of this test

at the end of the
earth i spotted
the man who ransacked
the world
mine and many other's
who stories will never be told

I challenged him to a duel
and it was easier than i thought
hunger sharpened my senses
and anger intensified my wrath .
while he was spent
by his killing spree
and his mind broken
by forces , no human eye could see .
matching spell with
killer spell ,
i smashed him to the ground
and as he muttered a final curse
i bid he make no sound

And as i prepared to finish it
his last spell came to tell
and we both transported
back to the desert
back to the living hell
It was then i remembered
as I saw the orange light
there was some thing
the fiend could do
to make me spare his life

"release the girl of your curse"
i ordered him at length
he laughed a ghastly laugh
and said "just do it your self "
only when i'd taken
limb from limb ,
he revealed the secret to me
the secret more terrible
than the curse could ever be .
"The spell cannot be broken "
the wicked one said at last
it only loses it potency
once the person has passed .
I finished him and carried on
for one task still remained.

I knocked once more
upon the door
the door which changed
my destiny
And as she opened up
i took her in my arms
and she looked at me ,
like she knew me not
But she did not resist
As I gathered her into my arms
nor did she cry once
when the dagger came swishing down .