Alone
He is a lonely creature
He surrounds himself with the young
He is ancient
As old as the stars themselves
But through the companionship
Of those few lucky mortals
He allows himself to feel
At peace again
He allows himself to hope if just for a moment
That he isn't the monster
He isn't the perfect storm
He isn't the killer
The shadow in the dark
Lethal and brilliant
A supernova at it's end
But then tragedy follows tragedy
And he is alone again
They have left him again
Be it the lovely blonde creature who captivated an old man
Or a spitfire redhead and her loyal unto the end husband
The loyal companion who guarded him through hell as a human
Or the one who died for him, and still found the energy to love him as a brother
And they stayed with him
Be it as a struggling old man
Or a young man who used flirting as a defense
Or the youngest who was a little boy in a grownups game
Trying to maintain order in a body
That was meant for games and riddles
Not war and death
But they always leave in the end
Through their choice or others
But isn't it better to have loved and lost
Then to never have loved at all
And he did love
Contrary to the myth
He loved them all as his family at the very least
Bu all god things must come to an end
And he is alone
Again
