A commoner's cry. (A poem about Earlious Titanious)

Come forth and hear my exasperated plea,
For I wish to share it with someone but me,
A plated man bearing weapons of ill,
Has come forth with intentions to kill.

He brought his blade upon my friends,
Who swiftly met a gruesome end,
The plated man saw this as a dark art,
To make blood, flesh and bone sorely part.

Destruction is all the evil man sought,
And through sheer malevolence this was brought,
He managed to crush everything in his way,
Even brought individuals from battle to his sway.

There was something about this man's grasp,
That managed to make those near him gasp,
He could manipulate evil energies about him,
That could cause bones to break on a whim.

That was one of the only things I could see,
For I was forced to pick up my speed and flee,
As there was many a ghoul upon my tail,
So I kept running on this never ending trail.

Though I continued to depart from the scene,
Unfortunately I was captured by the unclean,
Which made me realise what fate awaited,
Any hope I had gathered immediately dissipated.

His saronite covered palm fell upon my body,
And he tossed me about as if I was shoddy,
No word echoed free from the visor's maw,
Only grunts and echoes from the armour's flaw.

At last I was free from the man's hold,
Which allowed him to act even more bold,
I gazed up at him and met his fearsome armour,
Then finally he yelled, "I am the Blighted Conqueror!"