The life and times of Lafayette Ryder

A calm before every storm,
A peace before every war,
Demons rise from hell,
Fallen sent by the lord.

Serenity exists,
But cannot last,
A fate of doom,
Is approaching fast.

Inner turmoil,
Rage expressed,
Feeling freed,
But long suppressed.

Ill tidings and rumors,
Of death, discord and fear,
O’er the land spread,
As the end quietly comes near.

A hero’s mind,
Split in twain,
His life in jeopardy,
His sacrifices in vain.

Any opponent he may best,
Any oppressor rid,
Any evil be laid to rest,
By a man with demons inside.

Weapons of steel,
Legions of men,
Do little to battle,
The foe within.

Disease, disloyalty,
Dishonesty and greed,
Insanity, passion,
Want and need.

A new war brewing,
New enemies to slay,
Same crises,
New day.

Our hero weeps,
And rends his flesh,
As friends are lost,
In this mess.

A heart broken,
True love lost,
A fight to reclaim it,
At any cost.

May God be merciful,
As the others take rein,
For they will show none,
All they know is pain.

Sword and shield,
Hammer and honey pot,
A hero will stand and fight,
When others will not.

A child stolen,
Away in the black of night,
And most fear that he,
Will never again see the light.

Gods in hiding,
A country in chaos,
A world’s fate sealed,
By a coins toss.

A battle that must be won,
The wait will not be long,
For the demons spawn in the dark,
And the Dragons ride at dawn.