Puppet Paladin's Lament

Torn from death's embrace, a bargain sealed in flame. The demon speaks

in riddles, never calls me by my name. I shift the forms of beast

and man, no face I call my own. Fighting battles I don't choose,

across dimensions yet unknown. Why resurrect a fallen knight? What purpose drives

this endless fight? I am the weapon forged in hellfire, puppet paladin on

strings of twisted wire. Through cosmic plains where ancient evils reign,

demon poles I dance through blood and pain. What sins did I commit to

earn this fate? A second life of servitude and hate. Memories