Concerning My World

There once was a man; 

known by the name of Nikerio.

And Nikerio was no ordinary man,

for the oracles warned of his coming;

But none have listened to the call.

At first, he roamed The Kingdom of Telurya as a ghost,

embellished in such mystery that one couldn't hope to boast.

Thus, he guided his steps on more

and, in a matter of years, rose to the great power;

Of which the elders incessantly spoke of.

He was feared by the people,

although his name still remained clear;

Unlike the tip of his sword,

that conspired to tell another story.

One which would bring horror

even to the purest of souls.

Many tried to bring Nikerio down to his knees,

to burn and torture him.

For the doom he brought to Telurya

was a deed kept only for The Creators to forgive.

He struck at a time of night, of pleasure and fornication.

But of course, it was The Festival of the Fallen;

Where the men praised those who had died

during a most unpleasant time,

that only history was deemed brave enough to speak about.

And that is The Maligna Wars,

an unholy massacre some say

that the great gods came to devise,

in order to establish peace within the people

and serve death to some unworldly creatures,

that walked Telurya from a time known nor to animal or to man.

Nikerio was aware of the legends and their meaning,

so that was the moment of the much awaited blow;

Which brought my whole kingdom to absolute agony and sublime awe.

Yet, there was no time for mourning,

as his diabolical eyes did not spare or call upon

such divine things as mercy and strange phenomenons.

Against all odds, one ascended from the crowd,

to confront Nikerio and his kind.

Even though he did not succeed in doing so,

his example reached even the most remote corners of the land.

Others emerged from the darkness, eager to confront this new evil;

But for now, we are still not sure,

whether they will prevail or fall.

At last, the story of Telurya is to be told.