A lone figure walks through the night
A mysterious form from the past
Some say 100 years old
Some say much older then that
Some have met him
Most just stay out of his path
Magical powers he does have
To control the world around him
The magic must only be used for good
because his past forever haunts him
He once used his power for evil
So many eons ago
Taking control of dragons and kingdoms
throwing rulers off their thrones
Taking land that was not his
Making people homeless
All because of the power within
And the greed that drove him
Many battles fought against him
Many shed their lives
to overthrow this wretched thing
Just for his demise
Knights fought day and night
bloodshed everywhere
Just when hope seemed at it's last
The evil one disappeared
The battle won
Freedom gained
but where had the evil one gone
Many years forward
In a swampy forest
A lone stranger moves along
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