The fire within has abated,
Reduced to naught but a mere cinder.
One might say it was fated.
That the night would conceal the tinder.

And in the cold gales and rain,
Beating down upon me
Like a beast awaiting to be slain.
My fear bursts free.

No more the proud lad,
Walking the Earth’s plains with impunity.
No more upon the sun soaked fields to tread.
A lost mind, submitted to the void of infinity.

In my reduced state,
I wandered the boundaries of my dreams.
Testing old theories I used to prate,
And finding gaps in the seams.

All the while,
Finding myself less a man than before.
Diminished in soul and body, unfit for trial
Fading into the thin lines of lore.

Lost to my world.