A Nameless Man

A tale is told
Across the land
About a man
Who took a stand

The king was old
And feeling glum
By his lords
Was his kingdom run

They taxed and jailed
The helpless poor
'Til one day
It could be stood no more

One brave soul
Rose in defense
Took up his sword
Against his sense

He marched into
The banquet hall
As Lord Nevayne
Hosted a ball

He faced Nevayne
With iron will
Demanding freedom
But still

The Lord's corruption
Had reached a stage
Where not a soul
Could make him change

Nevayne then bid
His guards attack
Yet the man
Held them back

His sword danced
Amongst their blades
And cut them down
Sent straight to Hades

Nevayne then shook
And feared for life
As terror pierced him
Like a knife

He fell prostrate
And begged reprieve
Desperate for the mercy
He might receive

The man simply
Sheathed his sword
Then turned and left
Without a word

The Lord arose
And he knew
What it was
That he must do

With trembling hand
He penned a decree
And posted it
For all to see

The poor no more
Would pay a due
And that they
Owed it to

A nameless man
Who faced Nevayne
Who loved his kin
And not his fame