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Shifting his steps slowly

Thinks of how he somehow hasn't died

A weapon of some type rests on his back

Linked by chain to his side



His lightly rusted armor

Eyes fixed upon the sky

Letting his thoughts drifty freely

He commands himself not to cry



He grasps the handle

Of this object he carries

This impliment of punishment

Was the very tool of his brothers defeat



And now as he stares into the blade

Cold, stained with blood and earth

Disregarding the weight of the taken lives

and ignoring this despair to which he has given birth



For his search shall continue

Until he finds the soul

Who ruined his childhood



Journeying through every condition

Having no care for what is evil

and for what is good



Whoever tries to halt his quest

For whatever reason they hold, valid or not

He shall not hesitate

To take their lives, without a second thought



And for if the situation

Gets the best of his body and mind

He shall be instilled with the furious spirit

of his mighty brother, and his rage shall travel blind



Along this way, through the intricacies of time

Many lives will be taken

Much blood shall be spilled



But again, many different evils

shall be slain

but hand in hand with that

many innocents, will also fall prey



For he has but one goal

As he travels down this abandoned path

To execute the ones who deserve

and show his enemies the meaning of wrath



You should never wish

To cross paths with this man

"Iron Thorn" is his traveling name



His name truly is Amadeus

And he is simply a wanderer with a reason..