This is a bard’s tale.

Through the brush a boy and his mother,
Were walking towards their village.
There were talks that the gods had arrived.

Towards the horizon an awesome demon was heading their way.
The young man was stricken by the beauty as it came into view.
This wooden monstrosity glistened as it broke the hymen of their mother earth.
“This was no god” the boy thought.
The massive beast shrieked and cracked as it landed.
Its mouth grew open, and chatters of the souls it took came from its bowls...
But wait! The souls were alive!
For in their flesh and colorful stature they greeted the village folk.

They spoke an odd tongue; but other than small features
they were not much different from the village folk.
They seemed rather pleased as the kin bowed at their feet
and provided offerings.
As more of his people welcomed the strangers the young man grew weary,
he was still.

The boy thought to himself, “These cannot be the gods”.
“Made of the same clay and life that all other men are made from?”
“The gods would be humble not varnished in lavish wears.”
Then it all made sense. “Imposters!”

The young man ran to grab the attention of his elders,
But no matter how he yelled no one listened to him...
Their eyes held no souls, instead the reflection of he who first appeared.
Suddenly, more men emerged from the mouth of the beast
holding immaculate clubs and intricate spears.
Wearing armor made from what seemed like the sky itself.
Some readied the spears up to their view, the rest
Ran.

Time stood still.
The boy could not comprehend what was unfolding before him.

Blood, Silence.
Screams, Ending.
At the hands... of the conquistadors.

In a fit of rage the young boy dashed for a sword on the ground,
and held it to the neck of he who first emerged.
With his guard up, he let his strength be known.

“You are no god.
You take our people
and lay crimson on our sand?
Rape our land and laugh at the pain?
But you are but a man.
Made of the same blood as me.
Breathe the same air as me!
Will die the same death as me...
And may the gods help me.
As long as I bleed you will hurt.
As long as i breathe you will choke...
As long as I live you will wish death!
For as long as our flesh bears the same name,
Your will not win!
You will not triumph!
You mother fucking conquistador!

Blood! Silence!
Screams! Ending!
At the hands... of the conquistadors!

Everything gone forever.
Just in text and words.
In polyurethane swords and feathered hats
Forever more.
Goodbye my old friend, goodbye my son,
I knew thee well.
But I promise you;
I’ll see you again once more...