• mirtheone 34w

    A lone man stood atop a mountain

    Cold breeze blew his hair

    Oddly fitting his sorrowful eyes

    He used to be a great man

    Helpful and kind

    Dedicating his entire life

    To help humanity and the world

    Alongside his trusted companions

    Who betrayed him in the end

    Now he's alone

    And nothing more than

    A shadow of who he used to be