I watch him gravely where he stands, young and yet so sad.

A great burden he doth bear facing the dark alone.

His hope falls like dying leaves.

1.1 If I could I would heal him with caring words…

But I myself have many cares; weighed down for many years

His innocence has fled away…

1.1.1 Now we await the golden day when evil lifts its scowling face.

Leaving peace between each race.

Now he goes forth to his doom.

Naught but a glimmer of hope before him.

He fades off into the distance.

And I bow my head and weep.