Ambrosia

In a land where violence blooms, and evil's sown, 

A mortal man sought a power unknown. 

Not for a heart faint or will that's lean, 

But for a soul that yearns for a might unseen 

He treads the path where no light is shone, 

Past guardian gods, their faces stone, 

From the bedchamber of the deity supreme, 

He pilfered the elixir of a godly dream... 

The ambrosia, sweet, in his veins did course, 

A power too vast for a mortal source. 

It warmed his blood, with a molten rage, 

And granted him strength, his life encaged. 

He fought through the night, a warrior bold, 

Demons fell and enemies bled, 

Under his wrath, the wicked fled, 

His heart fierce, his actions cold. 

The elixir divine, for gods designed, 

In a mortal shell, a fate confined. 

His body alight, to fate resigned, 

A pyre of power, unrefined.