In ancient Greece, a Spartan's tale was told,
Of Kratos, once a mortal, brave and bold
Bearing a red streak and skin stained white with ash
A trick played by the gods that would backlash
He sought revenge on the gods of Greece,
For they had wronged him and his family decease.
With blades chained to his arms, his anger grew.
"If All on Olympus would deny me my vengeance, then all on Olympus will die!" this he held true.
The god of war, Ares, he did defeat,
"The monster you've created has returned to kill you." He spoke with no fleet
And in victory became a god himself, his power complete.
From the depths of Hades to the peaks of Zeus
His power and fury none could refuse.
But burdened by guilt and memories that taunt,
He sought redemption from reminders that haunt.
From the Blades of Chaos to the Leviathan Axe,
Kratos' weapons were brought with pain and tax.
"Do not mistake my silence for lack of grief."
A father and son, now with no sense of relief
Through the Norse realms, Kratos did roam,
With his son Atreus, they searched for a tomb.
A journey to lay a mother and partner to rest
And uncover secrets no longer suppressed.
Their journey was difficult, but they did not struggle alone,
As they fought beasts and gods, their strength was shown.
With each battle, Kratos grew stronger and still.
His rage and fury, a reminder and force to instill
Now a mentor, with more purpose to bore
New foundations would strike, "I am your monster no more."
For in his son, he found a new will.
To break the cycle of violence and have love fulfill
From the ashes of his past, Kratos did rise.
A hero, a father with pain in his eyes,
The god of war, his legacy, he did revise.
A story of redemption that never dies.
