Garth drifts back to sleep
Back to thirteen
These same sands decades ago
Darkened by the grand shadow
Of his father, who brought him here
To stamp out the scion's fear
What the soldier would call sparring
Had caused plenty of scarring
"You will exceed all your peers
You will learn to be more fierce"
Body sore and bruised from days of his abuse
Spirit worn down, nothing left to let loose
The chains were locked
Garth found a heavy stone key
And then swiftly shattered his father's knee
Then without pause also his face
An injury he couldn't erase
The soldier left blind and bleeding out
But still alive enough to shout
Garth tried to drag his father back
For help before he faded to black
But his fortitude had all been spent
On his father's discontent
"Too weak to have killed me
Too weak to save me too
Look what I get for for wasting my time training you
You always were too soft
Tried to fix you for years
I should have known that you would never be fierce
You will never be fierce"
Then a savage beast drew near
Smelled the blood, smelled the fear
Garth ran away from the boulderbeast
And the awful sounds of the feast
He died fighting for his son
Or so his eulogy begun