Fallen from Grace

A cycle of poems «I Trust Tempered Steel»

In the shadows of a kingdom, where the once-bright banners wave, 
A hero stands in silence, haunted by the lives he couldn't save. 
With a heart forged in the fire, and a spirit strong and bold, 
He fought against the darkness, but the tales have turned to cold. 

Once a beacon of the light, now a whisper in the night, 
The echoes of his glory fade, swallowed by the fight. 

Fallen from grace, into the abyss, 
Where dreams are lost, and hope is a kiss. 
Once a warrior, now a ghost in chains, 
In the ruins of his honor, only sorrow remains. 

With every step he falters, burdened by the weight of sin, 
The laughter of his comrades now a memory within. 
He gazes at the heavens, where the stars no longer shine, 
Searching for redemption in a world that feels so blind. 

Once a champion of the brave, now a shadow of despair, 
The light that guided him has vanished into air. 

Fallen from grace, into the abyss, 
Where dreams are lost, and hope is a kiss. 
Once a warrior, now a ghost in chains, 
In the ruins of his honor, only sorrow remains. 

Can he rise from the ashes of a fate so cruel and dire? 
Or will he drown in memories that ignite an endless fire? 
With every tear he sheds, he fights against the tide, 
For even in this darkness, there's a flicker deep inside. 

Fallen from grace, into the abyss, 
Where dreams are lost, and hope is a kiss. 
Once a warrior, now a ghost in chains, 
In the ruins of his honor, only sorrow remains. 

So raise your sword for the fallen, let their stories be retold, 
For even in their darkness, their spirits burn like gold. 
Fallen from grace, but never truly gone, 
In the hearts of those who remember, their legacy lives on.