The Simpleton

The simpleton cries
His heart torn asunder
His beloved now lies
Buried and plundered

All lay in ruins
Distraught by war
Ravaged by grave sins
Of hearts cold to the core

All his power stolen
Life taken away
His face entirely ashen
Drained by dismay

He stood now a wight
Eyes deathly cold
His soul now in blight
To revenge existence sold

The simpleton reborn
Hungers for blood
Tainted and torn
Bleached now he fights

A demonic spirit
Remorselessly sharp
Anger burns in timeless fits
To the tunes of ghostly harp

The trailing past become
Striding the lands in search
To the swing of the blade he hums
As to the ground blood's splurged

Blood for blood
Tears caked dry
Softness grew hard
The day the simpleton died