Fallen hero, the real one
inside dungeon, not yet done.
Blooded face, just hopes remain,
eyes held timeless creeping pain,
limbs lay still, no mark of life,
but there's something to bring him drive.
Crack in ceiling for Sun ray
crowd of monsters run away.
The biggest one left groove in ground,
flow of water was there found.
The guy got dose rejuvenation,
wounds came out of wear fashion.
Strength to Feel,
Heart and Will,
Wisdom Tome,
Way to Home.
Time runs faster than coward's feet,
closing city for things to quit,
folks are getting all the booze,
dusty road drives evil ooze.
Mechanical cuckoo outside of the gate:
"Hero returns, coward rushing for his fate!"