1. THE SQUIRE

Behold, a boy entrusted with words of divinity
To deliver unto us the Gatekeeper’s keys.

O, pray...pray for the squire
An errant corpse still walking the land...
What tidings he brings, woeful and dire
His missive speaks of the End...

Chosen to tread forgotten paths in solitude
Condemned to this quest, dispatched to intrude.
Youthful years withered by centuries' demand
Banshees and manes reach out to grasp his hands.

Silence surrounds the knightly silhouette
His armor, a rusted fortress of regrets
None worthier to bear this sacred curse
In the barren land he has traversed.

Salvation lingers upon his lips
Yet no mortal dares to draw near
Upon his quire he lays his grip
And prays at last for the words to be read for all the damned to hear.

For all the damned to hear...