Walking and limping, I return to my home,
To refit, and recoup, and repair.
Knowing that what awaits me there,
Is power, and glory, and wealth.

A village of gnomes along the way,
Falls before my spells of death.
For though I may have been beaten once,
Defeated I'm not, and never will be.

As I walk through the darkness, alone, not afraid,
My thoughts tumble round inside my head.
For if I can be taken so easily once,
Might it not happen again some time?

I arrive at the castle, deep in the valley,
I am tended by slaves taken over the years.
And as the weeks pass and my strength returns,
The worries gnaw at me, with no end in sight.

One morning I'm told that a warrior seeks audience,
And so I receive him, he glitters in white.
Though I know not why he has come before me,
Soon I shall find out, and then, what next?

After words of insult, and threats without number,
The warrior challenges me, duel to the death.
But no weakling am I, to be fettered by honor,
And dead he is struck, with but one uttered word.

And now, do I realize, standing over is his body,
The light, it is fading, the dark reigns supreme.
So without hesitation, I head to the stables,
To choose a new steed, for Death rides again.