Memory of The First

[mynameishambo]

I am not Hambo. I am what I am. I am the memory of the First. The First who laid eyes on what Hambo The Hero is. Gather around everyone for this is a story that you will not want to miss.

There was once a Hero,
Who valued tomorrow.
He was loved by the citizens,
Truly, cloaked in magnificence.
His presence alone made the demons tremble,
And, along with the party He assembled,
They went to defeat the Demon King,
that was frightening and terrible.

But alas, certain humans were greedy,
Needless to say, they were filled with envy.
They questioned the loyalty of the Hero to the Kingdom
All while scheming a plan, to deny Him of His Heroism

As they burrowed ever deeper to find His flaws,
They ended up, "bending" most of the written laws.
Finally, they had the chance to behead Him,
As the Hero breathe his last, the sky turned grim.
What could the people, the citizens of the Kingdom do?
They couldn't, verily, save the person they looked up to.

But the story is yet to end,
His revival's simply "Godsend"
This psycho's show is about to start,
Everyone, bear witness to his art

Driven by madness,
Craving for revenge,
Tasted true sadness,
He's here to avenge,

Now it's only a matter of time,
Before the golden bells start to chime.

Such is the story of Hambo, the Hero villain of old.