Notes:This poem is the tittle poem to my series of poems which include The Pain, The Penitent, The Harbinger, The Inception, and The Desolates. This poem doesn't fit within this order per-say, but it is about the same idea as the rest of the poems it sort of gives the back story. This poem is also written from an omniscient perspective sort of like someone is reading the story out of a book and is making a comment on what was being read. There will be many more poems using these similar motifs, syntax, and symbols.
Long ago lived a man
A man unlike any man
He was so strong
And yet so wrong
He lived his life behind a knife
Stabbing at anything that gave him a fight
The man was so blind that he couldn't even see
The very people he made bleed
He was so blind, in fact
That he killed everyone who had his back
He did not trust or care
But rather he would dare
And set fire across the land
In thought that he could bring about reprimand
Instead he fell into a land of death
And forever will you feel his breath
And be reminded of the pain
From a life long slain
For he saw the desolates
Rise from its decadence
He was the silent echo
The very man who never let go
And even now you can feel his pain
Echo through the age-old rain