A world gone

Thoughtfully he looks -

Ancient though he is.

Tasting the tombs filled with books,

The air is all he is.

Tomorrow dreams of yesterday,

A quest that will never end -

Falling astray, he will not break or bend.

His sword cuts through his -enemy's .

Melting skin WITH THE heaT Of -Flames.

He calls to those who would be -free.

And sentences those who cheat and- lie to a life of shame.

Piercing eyes stare back .

As he smiles,

As he carries his burden on his back,

He flees the miles,

He pleads for the child he used to me

He awakens, and I realize 

That he is me.