FIEND KING

For many years the Fiend King ruled
The Hauntlands of the far-off East-He was strong, but also cruel,

And housed he many a beast,
Which he used to keep all of his citizens controlled-
Nightmares had he
With lock and key
Unleashed whene’er he called.

There was a knight both strong and brave
For honor he did live-
Full of might with armor bright,
Confidence he gave
To the people of the Hauntlands
Amidst the bleak twilight-
And the Fiend King in his castle feared
The knight wanted to fight.
A duel between the two of them
Would surely not go well
So the King took up his hammer and
He struck his pewter bell.

He called to all the shadows,
He called the imps and nix,
He called the dead of battles passed,
He emptied out the Styx--
And these he let loose on the knight,
Full of might with honor bright,
But the knight was not surprised,
He met the darkness with the light.
So the Fiend King’s army
Though fear-inciting frights--
Were fin’lly bested when was tested 
The sword of the fine knight.

Yet from within the darkness,
From deep within the black
There lurked a monster oft forgot
With unstoppable attack.

Its onslaught was not physical, 
It was within the mind,
This vicious beast was Fear--
Most vicious of its kind.

In the fading glow of victory,
The clouds furled across the sky
The victor realized victory 
Had not yet been realized.

But the shadow, it swept toward him,
He didn’t understand.
But how could he, why would he?
And Fear seized it man.

The fear of failure leads to failure,
This the knight knew not.
The sharpest weapon ever forged,
Was a knife of thought.

He could defeat most anything
Foe live or foe undead.
The only foe he couldn’t beat
Was within his own head

Even though his freedom, 
His moment was so near,
The knight though brave and bold,
Just couldn’t fight the fear.
He couldn’t fight the fear.
His moment, it was here, but,
He couldn’t fight the fear.

So in the Hauntlands lives the Fiend King, 
Rules the Fiend King still.
No one’s yet defeated Fear-
No one ever will.