Destiny
                                               By: Lawrence W Langman (c)

                                                 He lived a life alone
                                                 unwound.
						 Where hopes and dreams
						 can't be found.

						 Those dire days laid
						 wasted.
						 Upon this altar
						 blood was tasted.

						 A sacrifice now given
						 for a soul shall rise.
						 Upon his death enraged
						 to hear of his demise.

						 Hallowed our the minds
						 saddened by his death.
						 Spoken like a hero
						 with his last dying breath.

						 His people rallied forth
						 to defend his reign.
						 Celebrating the blood
						 ran through his dying veins.

						 Destined was he to forge
						 an alliance.
					 	 Even in death he showed
						 his defiance.

                                                 For if the cause lays just
						 and honor to it's core.
                                                 Upon the gods he promised
						 upon his knees he swore.

						 Even after death survives
						 honor laid to rest.
						 His strength is carried on
						 with a cross upon his chest.

						 Buried in the sacred grounds
						 of shadow's vale.
						 Never cross atop his gate
						 he'll welcome you to hell.