Who could forget Lord Daedalus?

By: Acrolo Posted on: November 21, 2012

Who could forget, oh who could forget?

The fulcrum, the father, the giver, the guarder,

Ferociously consumed by the bellicose Bal'met,

His death was not in vain, for He is the Martyr.

Once poised on the foundation of creation itself,

For balance He fought, for balance He died,

Vehemence fuelled Him as the scales tipped,

And on that day was balance denied.

Who could forget, oh who could forget?

The chicanery of one so riddled with malice,

By the forces of Krenindala He was beset,

And the divine essence drained from His golden chalice.

Who could forget, oh who could forget?

The epics and tales of one born from Ayar,

Ferociously consumed by the bellicose Bal'met,

His voice still echoes to us from afar.

Now but a whisper in the sands of Aeon,

The blood-stained memories shall never waver,

For He served the existence of every Achaean,

And the voice that lives in us shall never quaver.

Who could forget, oh who could forget?

The fulcrum, the father, the giver, the guarder,

Ferociously consumed by the bellicose Bal'met,

His death was not in vain, for He is the Martyr.