This is the story of a man’s rise,
of how fate took it’s profound price.
It happened in the age of kings,
it was a royal matter of swords and rings.
Long ago there stood a huge empire whose rulers worshipped the sun,
an empire that had always fought and won.
It began in this huge empire’s heart,
when two souls in love had to sadly part.
In the richest plains of the empire lived a girl,
just one glimpse of her would make men twirl.
She was Eva, that was her name,
and her bewitched looks had gained her fame.
To win her many had tried,
and in the quest all those hearts had died.
But Adam was the name that boy,
for whom her heart would beat faster in joy.
Their love was true and sheer,
and when they would stand together, everything else looked peer.
Everyone who knew them had a deep faith,
in the fact that nothing would part them but the mighty death.
Yet fate had something else on its mind,
it was going to be huge and one of it’s kind.
Far away from these plains, power was being handed down,
in a huge ceremony where the prince succeeded the royal crown.
All the important rulers from far and wide,
were invited to bless this royal throne where powers bide.
And so did the kings and queens from the farthest lands,
bless the new ruler with their mighty hands.
Amongst these rulers of the strongest reigns,
was one very able king of Danes.
For years he hath a friendly alliance with this mighty throne,
and over the years, stronger it had grown.
He had many good attributes but all were in vain,
for he nurtured one vice that attracted him disdain.
He was a man lecherous and full of lust,
and this very thing was going to make his times worst.
When the grand ceremony saw its end,
all the royal guests did their ways wend.
And so the Danish entourage rode through the richest plains of the land,
this was where it all began as fate had planned.
Eva’s radiant beauty caught the Danish king’s sight,
and so did befall on her the trouble on a rainy night.
By dusk the Danes had rode,
captivating the damsel, to their abode.
They had sinned in the night’s darkest shade,
but one man had seen them as they wade.
An old man who stayed in a field,
had seen Eva abducted by men who were veiled.
And this news tore Adam’s heart,
hurt and cleft it apart.
He could no longer see the bright of the day,
he locked up himself and his life turned gray.
He was heart-broken and full of gloom,
the world to him was a place of doom.
But soon he got up from his mourn,
with a hope in his heart that was tattered and torn.
He knew he had to fight for his love,
for his Eva, for their vow.
But it wasn’t easy and he was to strive,
for he had to fight the Danish throne and survive.
The strength of love was not enough to fight a throne,
he knew it well and his worries had grown.
Yet there was one man, who could help Adam in Eva’s quest,
power resided in his hands and he was the best.
And so Adam met the man feared by many,
and told him of the things that happened on the night rainy.
The powerful man asked Adam to put away his fears,
for he was a friend of the Danish king since years.
And so he sent a message to the king of the Danish lands,
asking him to return Eva in Adam’s safe hands.
But the Danish king couldn’t see what lay beyond his lust,
the horrendous future which could turn him to dust.
And so he refused his friend’s request,
making it clear that the friendship had gone waste.
This reply enraged the powerful man,
who was none but the new ruler of the sun-clan.
And so stood behind Adam the mighty crown,
with a zeal to bring the Danish pride down.
The sun clan thus marched to the land of the Danes,
with valor in their hearts, fire in their veins.
The Danish king could see the skies that lured,
where annihilation and fears hovered.
But his mind still stuck to lust,
his values were lost and his thoughts carried rust.
And so began a gory battle,
which was going to be the most fatal.
Swords soaked in blood,
and death spread like a violent flood.
The Danish king knew he won’t win,
and so he committed his last sin.
Thereafter he went out to fight,
with a lost heart full of fright.
Adam slew the Danes with his sword,
“Behold fate!” he roared.
But a great tragedy struck the sun clan.
when death swallowed the powerful man.
An arrow stuck in the mighty king’s throat,
it all happened as fate had wrote.
The sun clan saw their king fallen and dead,
their hearts were smothered and their valor did fade.
A crestfallen Adam’s blood stirred at the Danish king’s sight,
and to his troops he told to gather might.
“We the king’s men, must not let his martyr go in vain!”
“Aye! Aye!” the troops roared forgetting their pain.
As the Danes moved close,
Adam’s strength rose.
This was the strength that love breathed in him,
the strength that rose when everything else was dim.
And then came the moment vital,
the moment of judgment, the moment of the battle.
Adam’s sword plunged into the Danish king’s chest,
and at that instance, the power Adam did wrest.
Adam was the man,
who would now lead the sun clan.
The empire now extended in Denmark’s lands,
and its power resided in Adam’s hands.
But still, his prime aim was to be done,
meeting Eva, for whom all this had begun.
The battle had ended and so had its wrath,
but there was still something that lied in the aftermath.
Adam’s heart ran faster as he entered the chambers of the Danish king,
he carried a gift for his Eva, a wedding ring.
And at the sight of her, he stopped his swagger,
for he could see her heart with a plunged dagger.
His blood ran cold and his heart became weak,
in a spur of moment everything had turned bleak.
Fate had taken his victory’s cost,
he had won but so had he lost.
Two empires and their unified throne,
without the love of his life all alone.
He had the strongest crown that rested at the world’s peak,
he was an emperor, so powerful, yet so weak.
It was a story of a man’s rise,
of how, his spirit dies.