Uther Lightbringer

Tis the year of his great shame It's not his fault, all he did bears no blame He faced the fickle fate, tried to stand its weight Ultimately, he still failed, and this poem tells his tale Paragon of light, the hammer's champ, were just some of his names Everywhere he came, peace and harmony stayed Selfless and kind, mentor to the young and famed His favorite pupil was the king's own heir He saw his own self in the young boy's flair Treating him just like everyone else He imbued the boy with the light's guidance Together, they fought well, tried to stop the evil's sway He never knew the prince's soul bore a dark curse Faced with evil - hatred and revenge seeped into his pupil's braincase Genocide and slaughter ended up as the prince's favorite ways He tried to stop his pupil's wrong and erroneous traits Yet all he attempted was of no avail Darkness replaced light in the prince's heart And so their final clash no one could thwart Evil's triumph, light's fall, our hero's bitter tears outpoured