Slavebranded

Sold into captivity, betrayed by a "righteous" man

A valiant knight most radiant, true wielder of the blade

Blood, death, failure, pain, the loss of brother, friend

Driving despair, maddened grief, sorrow commands the end

Somehow, she called him out, this light from another world

A bond emerged, strong like the sun, bright as a gem unfurled

She laughs so easily, his heart callused to hate

Bought for a price not worth a stone, lowliest of all men

On the shattered planes, his fate

Expected to die, not last the first battle cry

Look to the heavens Arrows descend