Shrouded Glory

Endlessly roaming across the years
No cloth can end a mother's tears

No death can end its burden of years
Until its judgement day appears

The child's first wish a father fears
The wrath of darkness soon nears

I tell but a story
Not shrouded in glory

Even the light fears to speak of the name
Of the one who was banished in shame

It loves to walk with the crippled lame
Such is the nature of its game

Its darkness covers the power of flame
Before its might even a monster looks tame

Upon it the Gods' wrath came
Now it loves to hinder and maim