Here he comes,
The boy who tried to vanish to another plane
Left his mind drift him away
To a place with no sight and smell.
In his letter, he left a single farewell
For those who cared,
And as he rose above reason
Outside the sparkling rain,
Suspended in the air, a tense soul on flight,
The boy who lived by someone else's fame
Was seven feet high.
Here he comes,
The boy who floated above his childhood lane,
A caged bird for years yearning to be set free
Breaking through the mist with such ease,
In the distance, an ever crumbling landscape
Draws the thin line between nobility and paradise.
Here he comes,
The boy who contemplated the deep blue sky
With such wonder and awe
Is no longer alone in his own island,
Blissfully unaware of the passing of time.
Paralyzed by the faint morning breeze,
Radiant ice formed on the tip of his wings,
Sand poured out of his sad green eyes
And thoughts of failure overcame his fragile mind
As he flew to the desert where the harrowing died.
Here he comes,
The boy with a naive and humble soul
Heading close to twilight under the evening star.
There he saw a man with no recollection of a past life,
Days were spent on a secret journey within his mind,
A ceaseless murmuring of silence vows,
He failed no matter how he tried.
Here he comes,
The man who stood on the corner of an abandoned town
Found near the remains of a hollow tree,
More than alive, a fearless knight covered in fright,
Amused to death, he barely survived.
His skin cold to the human touch,
It's been so long since he spoke
In a world overrun by all he has been deprived,
Thoughts once noble and pure
Of a serene warrior who crossed the blue knoll
Belonged to a heart of gold crumbled to dust.
"Here once lied a peaceful settlement
Obliterated by a single heavenly spear,
It rained ashes for seven days
In this barren and desolate land
Where it used to be home", he said.
He tells a story about how it took seconds
Of Odin's time to take their lives,
His lack of consideration is not his fault
As a weapon does not know to where it fires,
Or that history can fade away into a mushroom cloud.
Here he comes,
The boy who saw no mercy from the leaden sky,
With each step a garden blooms under his feet
As he finds himself company
Alongside a lonely wanderer, an earth-bound misfit
Stranded in his own quicksand island
Of a thousand in this wide sea,
It's been so long since he nurtured dreams of leading
A new life away from this unforgiven misery.
The boy grew a pair of wings
And wished he was no longer here,
His future and past self spoke as one
And with a single thought, they were gone.