In the days of my youth , Ive braved the grand quests and battles.
I conquered the 9 realms, and upon miraculous beasts, I've mounted saddles.
I've run with the wildebeest , defeated the most ferocious ogre,
Rode dragons of many sizes, shapes, and breeds.
but none can compare, I would personally have to say,
to battles I was forced to complete when sober.
They write a great many of tales of my countless deeds,
Declaring me a hero, a champion..... pfft, A great warrior I was indeed.
Though I feel that it was my duty,
to protect those who look up to me.
However I know the life I live is a sham.
I was never fearless, though men may think that.
I drowned my fears in beers, and whisky, and liquor, wish that the terror I lived in , would end quicker.
So I'll tell you myself, the legends that have been made, but only the truth.
I won't fictionalize my journeys or adulterate them with story's of my countless glories.
For the story of Arcadia, Is one of great turmoil and strife,
But alas it is truly the story of my life.
