The stench of yesterday,
He could not wash away.
He stood alone,
Before the empty throne.
Tomorrow is still a dream
That lives in his stream
Of consciousness.
And today, today,
He stands alone
With the things he has forayed,
All the battles won,
Have come to none.
He now stands a broken man,
On a no-man's land.
What good are glory, fame, and gold?
He realizes too late,
When Fate does not bring
Him the one thing
His heart longs for,
A love that is pure and true.
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