The wind whistles his hair
His eyes glisten in fear

The fear of being alone
He utters a low pitched moan

He steps on the grey-clad ship
There is a quiver in his lips

He waves goodbye to them
Their tears a farewell for him

As the ship floats away
They become just dots in the distant haze

Soon he loses sight
And thinks about the future in fright

Where will he go?
He does not know

His quest has finished
And the land that he cherished

The land that he saved
Is nothing but a distant maze

He turns and looks at the grey lands
His heart being clenched by unseen hands

Soon the ship will dock
And the passengers will step off onto the rocks

And he will turn his back on his home
And forever be on his own