Forged out of Hell

Tossed in a sea of flames

Nothing to hope for

Not a dream to dream

Except to fly far away

Hated for existing

Dragged into hell on Earth

He was but a boy with life

A life taken since birth

Beyond his eyes

There rests a deep sorrow

Living in a fantasy

Where honor and goodness lived

To fight evil

To face the darkness

Living in a world

Where hope prevailed

Pain and suffering is all he knows

To roam the dark in a fake world

Where his fantasy becomes more real

More promising than reality

In the Tales of Arcrath

He lives his days far away

Fights the internal pain

With dignity and honor

Some people are just hated

No justification or good reasoning

Just because people can hate something different

I am that boy, and I know what this world is

I suffered, I was beaten and ridiculed

I walked through hell on this forsaken planet

I died many times over within this abyss

And Arcrath was forged out of this abomination