Legacy-Ascendance

In ancient times A child was chosen He was the youngest of brothers Chosen and anointed Raised to be King Him, the legend, The slayer of goliath Troubled times Presented by the treasures Of this World He was a king With reverence And a King of Human measures In spite of absence From the giver of life The treacherous king The wounded soldier He welcomed and dressed In robes of white Embedded in the future We must ask our selves How will we contribute? Kept in his legion he remains Fights side by side With thousands of his kind With all of us This is the legend Reminding us How we are chosen That we are most loved This is the legacy Of all who fought before Of all our brothers That are no more