Evan and The End

A dusty old chair creaks in the wind
The story of Evan has come to it's end
No more the glory, no more the fame
No more the heroics, no more the shame
He fought many battles and won quite a few
But family and friends he hardly ever knew
Trying to become a legend through time
He forgot the most important thing on his mind
Love of a woman and the love of a son
Now all is over and he's left without none
Sadly he lays down the weapons and arms
Removing his clothes and his lucky charms
Quietly dying without anyone to care
His final thought was if anyone would dare
To take up his mantle and continue the fight
To ensure peace and make the world right
Off on a hill overlooking where he now rests
Stands a tiny young man wearing a familar vest
It's the son of dear Evan learning the tasks
Of becoming a warrior and of wearing the mask
The mask of a man that cared more for than himself
By putting his personal things on a mental shelf
And to fight all the battles that face every man
Now stands another , ready with sword in his hand
................................................and the saga lives on

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