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.
