The Chosen One
Do you see the fire?
The flame beneath the desire,
The rage against the abyss of time
A long forgotten hero looking at his prime
Do you see the pain?
Of a man never ever found again
The suffering that is the shepard tone
Of the blade running through metal throne.
Do you see the anger?
The hammered soul of a stranger,
Beseeched upon himself the free will
To live the life of someone without any refill.
Those men had nothing except grim
And they did not mean anything to him
Yet, He chose to be the outcast
Which earned him nothing other than backlash.
Do you see the danger?
Because now you need the stranger
Because now you have to find him
Because now you have to chase him
Because now you have to hunt him
Because now he is the chosen one.