A Blighted Hope-Hoth

Sweat drips on his brow, the sun shines so brightly, a mirage of a savior, a black avatar of rage sent from the shadow throne. There was so much hope, That he could be the one To bring about justice and an everlasting peace. The boy is impressed, his dreams are in his grasp, to fly far away, and travel all the stars, He sees all their lights, though he does not know that by his hand they shall be destroyed. Misread prophecy He was the child messiah Claimed by good and evil Which path will he take?