For the record, I intend to make this a song if i can get someone to write the music. Until then, it must remain poetry, much to the cringe of everyone's favorite bard. :p
You come seeking the truth of a wonderful tale,
A living legend of a man.
My past is vast, but it's time a last
To Remember the days of the past.
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For these weary, weary eyes have seen so much,
Yet I still remain so, so young.
Followed my own way,
Became a legend of my days,
As I whispered sweet nothings to the wind.
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Some say not a drop of blood runs through my veins.
I've earned every one of my names.
A hero, a demon, a god among men,
I'm an actor, the world is my stage.
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For these weary, weary eyes have seen so much,
Yet I still remain so, so young.
Followed my own way,
Became a legend of my days,
As I whispered sweet nothings to the wind.
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Victim of exaggerated fireside tales,
I've seen great terrors all the same.
The fire of a draccus, the beauty of the Lackless,
But folly is this wise man's fear
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For these weary, weary eyes have seen so much,
Yet I still remain so, so young.
Followed my own way,
Became a legend of my days,
As I whispered sweet nothings to the wind.
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What was once full is now an empty inn.
This silence is mine all the same.
Part of me's sealed away in a thrice-locked cage,
as I wait for the end of my days.
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For these weary, weary eyes have seen so much,
Yet I still remain so, so young.
Followed my own way,
Became a legend of my days,
As I whispered sweet nothings to the wind.