Time is sometimes harsh, but more than never kind.
Over the years, I've learned to cherish what I find.
The sun has set for those years when I was once called Pharaoh,
Although unlike many, my path has not been dim or narrow.

Centuries have passed since I went into that ageless sleep,
And the eons have spared me, leaving alone my mind so deep.

I wait until the day when the prophecies come to pass,
On that morn, the Chosen One will emerge at long last.
It is He whom is most worthy of the power within,
Each and every one of the Millennium Items.

Now my slumber has ended, and I awaken to find,
A young boy, in which his body are now two minds.

But my name has changed, though not told in the prophecy,
So you may now call me...Yami.