Beneath the hanging tree
Left to perish in solitude
His mother lynched and torn
Dangles in the breeze's gentle caress

Presumed a corpse
Now keening beneath ebony heavens
Offered solace
Amid foreboding omens

Claimed by the plague
Clutching his hand
Calling his name

The blame rests upon the infant
Orphaned anew

You must carry your weight
You either fight or die
Under your newfound leader
Yet another blade for the fray

With the first spill of blood
Bought and despoiled
Shattered and defiled
His retribution looms near

Abuse and degradation
Years steeped in grim torment
Cold nights and grim despair
Gripping tightly to end his life

An eve of revelation
Confronting the grim reality
Taking vengeance upon his assailant
Slayer of the father

Branded a patricide
Pursued by his companions
Plunging into the abyss

Overwhelmed and fractured
The boy reveals at last
The beast lurking within

From battle to battle
Existence defined by the blade
Taking his first trophy
For seven pieces of gold

The behemoth on his knees
After rending his flesh
He deals the final blow
To hasten his demise

Beneath blue skies
The White Falcon claims his prey
Rendered powerless and bound
Dragged away into the unknown

Defiant by nature
Bound solely to the path of conflict
He challenges the White Falcon
Only to find himself ensnared under his wing

Beneath the hanging tree
Left to perish in solitude
His mother lynched and torn
Dangles in the breeze's gentle caress

Presumed a corpse
Now keening beneath ebony heavens
Offered solace
Amid foreboding omens

Only to find himself ensnared under his wing
Under his wing
Presumed a corpse
Presumed a corpse
Under his wing
Under his wing

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