He was born into darkness
A dark haired, dark eyes man
Tattered by his father
An orphan of reality
Joined the masses of men
With nothing to live for
Which made him
A man
With everything to fight
And die for
Long years have passed
The battles clinging
In his heart
Like old dreams of the past
That he cant let go
In the beginning he was scorned
Spit on
Pushed aside
He fought back
But did not win
Through his life
He slowly
Earned respect
Not from others
But for himself
And through the fears
He found something
To live for
And towards the end
He discovered something
He never thought
He would discover
The capacity to forgive
And the will to live