All men desire it,

Yet some men show fear,

The power of an inquisitor,

Who’ll dominate those near,

Slaughter enemies at dawn,

Burn their cities at dusk,

A driven spirit shall fill,

A moral man who you trust,

For that is how men should be,

Champions of the just,

But those men are broken,

Speaking in whispers hushed,

For power they squabble,

In a quest with no reason,

We lose our allies,

Watch and see their treason,

You may not yet know,

But you shall soon learn,

The desire for control,

In your heart shall burn!