Acacius bemoaned
The fate of his people
"Father, I swear!
Such a fool you are"

His father's leadership
Left much to be desired
And Acacius now felt
The leader should be him

Boiling pots of tar
Setting the forest ablaze
Ravaging the hills
Skinning trolls alive

Acacius's evil plans
Were much more
Dark and sinister
Than his father's

Galdor and Acacius
Were now at odds
As the prince became
More and more violent

"Damn it Galdor,
move yourself aside!"
Acacius screamed
As he leapt upon Galdor

Pinning his childhood
Friend to the floor
Acacius's malice
Oozed forth

Galdor surrendered
Giving up the fight
And Acacius left
But darkness stayed