Barbarian Son

Stolen, from out of sight,
Strongest, of the barbarian sons,
Silenced, under moonlit night,
Taken, for sacrificial dawns

Painted and blessed,
the babe did lay,
Anointed and dressed,
Hurdled away

Into the fires depth,
Shrieking, the baby weeps,
Into the mountains mouth,
Swallowed, the infant sleeps

Cultists, did laugh and pray,
Unknown, the child not slain,
Fanatics, the plan under way,
Usurped, the family in pain

Gone, the evil did leave,
Found, the babe only dirty,
Lone, the monsters did weave,
Honed, the man now thirty

Through trial and fire,
He mastered his skill,
Through combat and ire,
He yearned to kill

Upon this isle of wailing death,
Raised by frigid beasts,
None did dare incur his wrath,
The island on its knees

Bronzed, his body scarred,
Across the sea,
Focused, his mind unmarred,
Cross was he

Distant horizons,
Smoke did pour,
Bubbling cauldrons,
Cloaks did stir

Wroth, a fury unleashed,
Blood he taste,
Cloth, his memory released,
Slain with haste

Found, before a mighty tree,
Home, not in sight,
Dead, none allowed to flee,
Roam, he took flight

On and on,
He wandered so,
On and on,
The answer no,

Vengeance,
Quest complete,
Vehemence,
Heart incomplete

Bloodied, his body tired,
Across the sea,
Sorrowed, his mind stirred,
Cross was he

Stolen and stricken,
Wintry creatures did heal him,
Solemn and quicken,
Wintry creatures did greet him

Found, a family had he,
Home, his head to lay,
Dead, enemies meant to be,
Roam, no longer away
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