A poem about a role-playing character, the priest Wilgon Arberfeldt.

Losing what he values most, leaving only pain
Traveling for revenge, in the end it’s all in vain
Running through the eons, single man’s crusade
Shifting shadows and blinding light, causing sanity to fade
Becoming that he hates the most, barring from him the sun
Even when the curse is gone, he’s still not free nor done