Tome of Lost Tales

Thunderous

Thunder roars from distant reaches

Searing heat rushes through open wound

Yonder, his patron beseeches

"Get up, kid!"

It will all be over soon

Perhaps this debt will be paid with glinting cold

Compared to the crimson cold, a definite boon

"Yer killin' me here, kid!"

Again the patron belts his sound

Adalmsis is a needy master

He seeks a victor's crown

Yet Tyner seeks the peace that is after

"C'mon, kid, get up!"

Thrice the words break across Tyner's back

Cascade like ichor from a god's cup

Alas the darkness offered greater respite

Hark! The light comes crashing in!

A surge of focus and elation!

Tyner fights through the screaming din

And stands to his feet to face him

He who dwells at the pinnacle

The champion of this here brawling space

Tyner needs no words from the cynical

He grins, as only he can

It is not by words

Nor blood

Nor stone

Nor gold

That Tyner can rise to his feet alone

The only thing that drives him so

Is the thunder deep within his bones.