Those swirling mists beckoned like a stranger’s kiss
Fear wracked the warrior who hungered for eternal bliss
Tired from a life of constant blood and battle pain
He’d fought against demons and black tyrants in vain
The seer gave him one final quest to rest his weary heart
A golden tropical fruit in the world Ghenna slimy and tart
He’d have to brave the vampire flies in a forest so thick
That not a drop of sunlight reached a floor so black and slick
But the fruit was such a priceless reward for a dangerous task
A kingdom was his, draped in silky clouds beyond the Evermore Pass
He only had to risk a trip into the shimmering gate that held his fate
One last glance backward, then he stepped into a light blindingly great