The Retribution

Silent he rode
On the woodlands
Under the waning shroud
Of ignorance.

The trees whispered
Of dark times ahead
He could feel
The weight of the clouds.

With the wind
Crawled in the fog
To devour
All of the land.

Madness weighs him down
Like a rock upon his shoulders
He dreads the hour
Of the wolf closing in.

Walking ever softly
Through the abysmal mist
He saw a silhouette
Of true horror.

He heard the growl
And felt the hunger
Grasped his sword
Ignored the fear.

Madness weighs him down
Like a rock upon his shoulders
He dreads the hour
Of the wolf closing in.

Charging against the foe
The silent god
Shoved his boot in the maw
Of the beast.

The wolf howled in pain
The blade had pierced
His skull through the eye
Death creeping near.

Madness weighs him down
Like a rock upon his shoulders
He dreads the hour
Of the wolf closing in.