A Wishful man walking with pride
Hovering the night sky of vultures
Captivating the eyes of children
A spirit of vengeance and ruthless honor
Dawned the moon’s light as guide
Painful defeat summoned to criminal mind
Shall the man continue the facade of another
Sacrifice one for others.

Psychopaths begin to wreak havoc
His existence breathes life into more terror
Like never before the conflict is unbearable
The naive man faces the enemy
Pushed to the brink
Arms turned to death
Legs beginning to crumble
His body turning into a fountain
Left laying alone
A hollow expression.

Tragedy cloaks over the man
His proud spirit diminishes more
Love of life is slowly devolving
Walking once more with
A mask of loss
Unknown to others
Unlike before when the man was more
When the man had justice to his beating heart.

Now he hunches down
Eyes glued to view only his own feet
Avoiding the creatures once feared by him
Aging more towards his speck of land
In the earth to rest
A powerful ghost that lost his stain
Onto a golden city
He was trying to protect
Now left to perish.