The start of exile was bitter and sweet
But Cail needed to be swift and fleet

He twisted and turned as he ran away
His freedom was clearly not easy to play

The game was difficult unlike normal life
Filled with dread and fear on an erie night

The taste in his mouth was filled with sour and dread
and evil voices would not come out of his head

The start of exile he did not want to play
for all of the consequences he'd have to pay

He had to do this because of what he did not do
But he had some things he had to do too

When he went to jail he started to pray
 That he would live another day

He soon escaped, into the night
But  he soon would do some things that may grant him sight

To see why these things would happen to him
And to halt the great evil, to fight and to win

The start of exile was dangerous, not slow
but without some help the evil will grow

Into something cruel but unique
And put the young boy named Cail forever to sleep