Ode to a Chaos Spawn

Ye twisted spawn o’ darkened realm,
Wi’ visage vile, ye overwhelm,
Once noble knight, now daemon’s helm,
In chaos’ grip, ye find your realm.

Thy limbs now twisted, writhing forms,
Once proud and strong, now chaos storms,
In Nurgle’s rot or Slaanesh’s charms,
Ye bear the mark, thy soul transforms.

From noble halls to realms defiled,
Thy virtue lost, thy fate compiled,
In Khorne’s fury, battle wild,
Ye find thyself, in darkness piled.

No more the songs of valor sung,
No more the bards with tales have strung,
Thy name besmirched, thy glory wrung,
In chaos’ grasp, thy doom is hung.

Ye, once a hero, now a pawn,
In Tzeentch’s game, where all is drawn,
Thy destiny, a twisted dawn,
As chaos claims, thy soul is gone.

So let us mourn this fallen knight,
Whose spirit lost, consumed by blight,
In chaotic realm, a tragic sight,
A chaos spawn, forever in night.