Illyria
I'm lost
I'm unsure of my name
Unsure of my place
I am everything
And yet, nothing
I am Illyria
Untouchable
And yet, in this shell
I am frail, simply prey
To those I once ruled
My world is gone
My army long since dead
Where do I belong now?
In this world of weak mortals?
Or with my people,
Dead and gone to ash?
I am Illyria
But my name means nothing
They presume to speak to me
As if I were one of them
Simply because I am trapped
In the form of one they loved.
I am Illyria
I....was a god.
Now I'm trapped
With a drunkard as my guide
Who thinks I'm a smurf
I was Illyria
But who am I now?