Watershed

One sunny day Seth's precious sister
 Came to Lonehill to see him
 God only knew how much he'd missed her
 The pain endured within
 Amuse me
 Please soothe me
 Like you always do
 In this moment
 Troubles seemed to fade away
 And joy volant
 Was hiding bleakness of the day
 The hand of fate divided them
 Back in the day when they were young
 In search of fortune
 Seth left parents warm nest
 Moved to Lonehill
 Royal service was his quest
 But Irene
 With parents stayed
 Indulged in rural life serene
 When asked about life back home
 Irene turned pale as a mourning ghost
 Seth we're left on our own now
 Fight with blue death our kin had lost
 In shared grief a couple hours passed
 Through the thickening clouds the mystic moonlight glanced
 Somnolence salved from the torment of sorrow
 Seth's sister exhausted by the lengthy road
 Yet he's given up hopes of sleep till the morrow
 He hearkened to silence in his somber abode
 With tear-dimmed eyes he gazed at Irene
 Her curls of red hair hanging down from the bed
 Her sweet slender face froze in grimace of dread
 She must have dreamt of the horrors she'd seen
 Guilt penetrated Seth's heart to the core
 How could he leave all the dear ones behind?
 He'd give away fortune to return days of yore
 And alter the misdeeds that his life defined
 Carried away by this train of thought
 Seth plunged into silence immersing to sleep
 But then back to senses our hero was brought
 By the sound of a broken door with danger fraught
 "Stay here", - he told Irene
 Then took his sword and slowly walked out
 His fiends remained unseen
 But someone's inside - there is no doubt
 Downstairs our hero moved
 To find the source of the alarming sound
 But there in moonlit room
 Silence greeted him in its domain profound
 Seth's eyes in darkness stared
 Cautious of the threat he stayed on his guard
 Sword's blade in his hand glared
 It's gleam splendor of night scarred
 Time flow seemed to have stopped
 Is it the calm before the storm?
 The answer was not long in coming
 Seth heard approaching steps
 He turned around casting the fatal blow
 Corpse hit the ground but it was not his final foe
 Like rats that from the burrows crawl
 More rivals soon appeared for carnage vile
 Will hero fall or will he feast on corpses' pile?
 Seth's trained movements resembled a grim waltz
 His swift sword - wind's raging blow
 Pierced by anguish were his rivals' last thoughts
 To the vanquished their woe
 By his hand fell all but one
 Upon his scarred face like vulture Seth looked down
 "By whose order you came here?"
 And in response Seth heard "Of you I have no fear!"
 Seth raised his fist to teach him some manners
 But was stopped by a sudden hit
 Lonehill Cleaver took care of the matter
 Avenged his mates by Seth's sword slit
 When our hero came back to senses
 He rushed upstairs to his own drear
 They took his sister, frail and defenseless
 All that he held dear