Cast into the shadows by his very Bane,
The soul be sent to fiery pain,
Once an eon his body did ache,
And the ground, it caused to quake

He found himself in the Nether,
Where he could live out
This sore endeavor,

Demons roared,
Dark beings soared,
To this place,
he had been lured

Claw the rock,
Burn hands raw,
Slay the beast,
From within his maw

Rise again,
into the land,
Where life does flow
However bland

Raise thy sword
And find the Bane,
Strike him down
And let him feel
undying pain

This story spins the tale of an outcast - for those of you who have ever felt put aside, Aknir rises from the depths and declares vengeance upon his enemies, establishing himself as reedemed. I hope you enjoyed - if so, pass me a diamond. Comments are accepted and encouraged, so let me know how I'm doing!