Xerex, the third Trion

Alone he stood, in the canyon deep,
The witch's bastard son,
Knights in glinting armour straight,
Approached him a ton.

The abomination they had to rid,
To save the holy land,
Infidels dared to defy the king,
They had drawn the last strand.

But instead of an army few,
They found just one man,
Standing straight, a swordsman strong,
The rebels had all but ran?

But as they drew their shinning selves,
Near to the lonesome lad,

They saw red mist in his eyes,
Ominous, yet so sad.

And then he moved, a lightning flash,
Tearing through the flanks,
A red streak did he all but leave,
Men fell, of all ranks.

Baffled, the brothers strong,
Regrouped a yard away,
He turned, and smiled his demonic smile,
Their courage began to sway.

For they knew not who they faced,
The ill-omened child of the witch,
While she raped a farmer poor,
To carry her whimsical switch.

She planned to see how a child half witch,
Doth fare in the human cares,
What powers, what mystery, will he hide,
As he grows amongst the mares.

But he was then a normal child,
Loved by the farmer poor.
Enraged, she killed them all,
In front of his eyes to lure.

But lure she did, the demon inside,
As he watched his family die,
He bathed in blood, of his loved ones,
And vowed, he will never die,

Till he kills the witch, the cruel one,
His mother, who forced him here,
Xerex, the red Trion strong,
He never knew any fear.

And so he faced the Knights alone,
Sent from the palace atop,
Where sits  now the aged King,
Guided by the witch's slop.