And on and on the tale was told,
Of Hero seeking better home;
Yet in the end he could not find
Any bed that felt as soft as foam.
He ventured far and ventured deep
Into the planar realm so steep;
The mountains climbed and rivers swam
He even built that one damned dam.
He could not find what he had sought
His quest unending, never failing
To be quenched, so for all time
Did he seem to fall so quickly.
His banner tattered, rusty sword
His horse was tired, battered, bored,
His hair was grungy, wanting water
To be washed in, cleansed of all.
The cloak was torn, patched again
Armor ridden, cracks and dents
And boots with soles, conditions so
That they were not but clothing more.
Seeking rest, he laid on bed
On grassy knoll, he said he read
The stars that night, unending fight
Against the Fate he sought tonight.
He closed his eyes so weak and weary,
Mesmerized his eyelids, dreary
Wondering what might of come
If he had found his own kingdom.
He went to lofty realms so high
Above the treetops, far yet nigh
His quest unfinished it had seemed
He fell asleep, unending dreams.
And so does tale of sword and woe
Slowly come to terms but lo!
The stars are out tonight it seems
Our Hero's actions in our dreams.
He never found out what he sought,
Yet never did resign, but wrought
With all deceitful lies that one could
Dream of in their deepest dreams.
He never gave up �till the end
Enduring sorrow, it won't mend
The times he stood staring at stars
So far away, yet always marred.
The stars they twinkled in the sky
As Hero looked on, by and by
His final breath, exhausting sigh
Extinguished stars so very high.
They expired in his honor
Yet in the end, they were just fodder;
Fate would have it Fate's own way:
Hero revived, to save the day.