A beam exuded from his darkened soul
The orange of his lava filled the air
He couldn’t breathe in his own blaze
Yet he lived more than anyone would dare.
Sole warrior in the world of marchers
He didn’t stir, but he fought his war
Did he win, or did he lose…?
He had travelled beyond and far.
The war was his, but victory the world’s
The dismembered wrath and agony,
He was the reservoir of broken dreams
He grew a wise man, and wisdom became his felony!
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