Ballads

There once was a man, or maybe more than a man
A shaper of shadow and light 
He had a brilliant mind, a one of a kind
But he was prone to fright

He looked to the sky, and had a thought to defy
The gods who were sitting above
They sit on their thrones, older than stones
Indifferent to hatred or love

Still, he feared their wrath, and laid out a path
To make himself a god
He showed his might, commanded the light
The people of Jado were awed

The gods were enraged, for they felt betrayed
By a man who claimed divine
Their rage shook the sky, and many did die
No longer were they benign

Their unending power, it caused him to cower
But then he rose, and stood his ground
The gods cursed his defiance, demanded compliance
And in the darkness, he was bound

But little did they know, it had all been a show
Everything was according to plan
The dark bent to his will, and his magical skill
Now he was no longer a man

That is the tale of Tritotivale
Who turned the divine awry
When you can’t see the sun, you know that he’s won
The man who became the night sky