The Fall of Jason Grace (An Actual Ballad, Written By Me)
Fallen from on high, the Sun sinks into night.
With the daughter of the harvest, golden blades cut through the darkness.
Silent is the voice of Fate, the fallen god the Beast awaits.
The son of storms his life did give,
‘Gainst the madman, 'gainst the rest,
'Remember!’, cried the Pontifex.
One last time, blue eyes did close,
Of he honored as great among heroes.
The broken Sun remembered his face,
Swore not to forget, the Fall of Jason Grace.
The one who burned Rome lives again,
The mighty Python waits in his den.
Closed be the lips of the seers,
Awakened are Apollo’s ancient fears.
Demeter’s child passed the test,
Subjected to life’s weary unrest.
The son of storms his life did give,
'Gainst the madman, 'gainst the rest,
'Remember!’, cried the Pontifex.
One last time, blue eyes did close,
Of he honored as great among heroes.
The broken Sun remembered his face,
Swore not to forget, the Fall of Jason Grace.
Apollo’s lover returned from the grave,
Fire’s child, Calypso did save.
New Hercules is rendered blind,
Heroes quest for the lady who binds.
Revealed upon the throne of Memory,
Bodies shall plague the camp by the sea.
The flaming hero rides off once more,
The Sun heads south for vet'rans of war.
The son of storms his life did give,
'Gainst the madman, 'gainst the rest,
'Remember!’, cried the Pontifex.
One last time, blue eyes did close,
Of he honored as great among heroes.
The broken Sun remembered his face,
Swore not to forget, the Fall of Jason Grace.
The white horse rider is alive,
Intent on stopping the fallen god’s jive.
In the desert’s scorching haze,
Love is lost in the Burning Maze.
Through sacrifice for his friends and the land,
The prince of Lightning’s final stand.
The son of storms his life did give,
'Gainst the madman, 'gainst the rest,
'Remember!’, cried the Pontifex.
One last time, blue eyes did close,
Of he honored as great among heroes.
The broken Sun remembered his face,
Swore not to forget, the Fall of Jason Grace.
The daughter of love goes bravely on.
Child of harvest and fallen Sun,
Seek the daughter of war,
To open a soundless door.
Promised to the fallen one,
Apollo remembers and journeys on.
The son of storms his life did give,
'Gainst the madman, 'gainst the rest,
'Remember!’, cried the Pontifex.
One last time, blue eyes did close,
Of he honored as great among heroes.
The broken Sun remembered his face,
Swore not to forget, the Fall of Jason Grace.
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