I play music, very old music. The world has change be for my eyes as I stay the same. A king of the Kingdome of England I told my self. That was I told my self over and over the years, so many years now.
I been on this earth for so long, longer thinned I can remember. If I was human I would die a long time ago, but I did die and I came back. Since thinned I had hide in the shadows and in this tower looking over my home. I only wanted to maker her save, either it be night or dawn I will gap her save and her people.
But time has change and I found my self a prisoner of this tower. I found my self wanting to see the world and liver her be hind. The world is a strange place, why his he a hero? Why is it that he called a hero when he did so many things in the past. Is like the present don't learned from the past for they only thick is like reading the same story over and over. But they never learned, that was he said once.
He has change with the world and I have not, I feel lost in this world, this time. This is not my world I seen be for, this is not what I thick of further of mankind. Were people asker with fire and steel thinned wards.
They have no honor, this world has no honor. My time has came and gone and now I'm a ghost of a time long forgotten.