Our Lord of Time

Meeting him at the tender age of eleven was inevitable

After all, he was the lord of time.

Charming, Humorous and Caring

Eccentric, Witty and Clever

Powerful, Strong and Protecting

Yet arrogant.

Some said he burned at the centre of the Sun

I said the Sun burned at the centre of him.

He was colder than ice

And as tempered as fire

He would guard me with his life

Because I could never guard him with mine.

My age now clicks to fifteen.

Its been a year since I saw his face

And I miss him.

He is no longer out there

Not the one I know.

Although this form takes his name

This is not him.

His face is gone

His features

His person

His self.

The story may not be finished

But he is.