The Ballad of the Forgotten King

By Eileen Posadny

In places where the earth doth sleep

Where ancient elms their secrets keep

A king was born from earth and water

From thence we felt no passing hour,

            For the trees gave him a name of pow’r.

           

His voice burned deep in hearts of men,

The sea was still at his command.

Beside we fought, our foes to quell,

Demons would quake at his unveil,

            For his name could shake the depths of hell.

But men’s hearts are eas’ly deceived,

Envy births forth her bitter seed,

Angels rise and angels fall,

Darkness betrayed the eyes of all,

            For His name we cursed to our downfall.

We exiled our King in turn for sin,

The age of light began to dim,

Liars spun and twisted lore

The ships of peace fled from the shore,

            His name banished forevermore.

Reflection exposed our true nature,

From thence we saw each passing hour,

We mourned our wicked deeds of past.

For whom recalls that name of pow'r?

Swiftly, watchers of the night

Ages you’ve longed for his light,

A king was born from earth and water

Reborn is he from blood and fire.

                  Let my warning thus sound dire,

For all depends upon this one thing:

You must remember the name of the King.