bound in chains iron-clad strong
the weary soldier trudges on
taunted by daemons, mocked by faeries
he shrugs them off, eyes set to the goal
but blade on the ethereal make no mark
and the pixies only strove to trip his every step, encumbrance every step of the way.
his comrade left for differences he knew not
the snowy owl he loved left his side
but gentle angel voices soothed his every wound and forward he went
for on all sides of the road, the commoners shamed him
and at his heels were hell's minions waiting to devour...
