My Son the Assassin

Long ago there was a lad for hire

Even though he had his profession,

he was quite in dire straits

So the boy needs to find a cure

To save his Father from a disease’s lure.

So the lad worked day and night

But as his father got worse, he lost his might

As the lad lost the future in sight,

His father died not going without a fight.

As the lad cried and shrieked in loss He found an elixir of immortally covered in moss

As he gave the corpse his drink He became one of the living dead covered in bile

The lad was enraged by all his bad luck

Until he went insane and gave no single care

He killed the thing that was once his father

The lad became an assassin who was paid for slaughtering steel

The lad changed his name to Axel And the Warrior of Doom had no mainstream appeal