Onward with no direction,
only to wander aimless.
My dimly lit perception,
of places and faces; nameless.
With restless abandon, I strode,
hurling cautions wind, hear it howl.
On the road of ruin, I rode,
ever perilous on the prowl.
This lone kingdom I reign,
where subjects, not a single soul.
I haunt my desolate domain.
while vigilant I still patrol.
The landscape is bleak and black,
these skies were cursed by the sun.
They say that you can’t go back,
if I could, oh home I would run.
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