Last of His Kind

The last alive, the last of his kind,

He walks the streets alone,

They crossed a non-existent line,

And left him on his own,

Magic in his blood,

Magic in his mind,

Destiny as clear as mud,

He walks to a home he has yet to find,

Riddled with loss is his life,

He seeks sanctuary in what he know,

And in the midst of all the strife,

His stormy eyes glow,

But the sanctuary that he seeks,

Is a false hope now,

It cannot be reached,

Unless he can change this world somehow,

Where great men fall or cower,

He stands tall,

He alone holds the power,

The Last Dragon Lord shall never fall.