The story of an exiled man

When the time went hard, my path was trodden.
Then the soul was betrayed, and the words unspoken.
As I fell to the dungeons, my sense was dead.
There was no god, for the years I prayed.
There was no heaven, so wrong I was.
No good was done to the heart that ailed.
Then I opened my eyes the place was silent,
A lounge of the dead, where the bodies were laid.
Then I felt, the reason I was there.
Death was inevitable any way I went,
All the kings and pawns were slayed in the same hall.
Because Life is not to fail and fall,
But to rise everytime till I fade...