the empire has come
children cling to their moms
Mad kings laugh bellowed
her crimson face mellowed
their hero now dead
her crimson corps stained Red
mad kings power scars
the people now in despair
little boy enters field
walks with no shield
mad king deems threat zero
walks to fallen hero
the boy singing song
about very evil wrongs
the boy song echoes
it becomes a falsetto
a crimson light burned
the Hero has returned
