His Story

With the eyes a-flicker from behind The snake of smoke. that curls between us He takes his helmet off, golden horned And starts to tell me his painful tale I was not one of the heroes And not a warrior great No one called me by my name My kindred no one knew I wondered why I was called forth By the mighty Forger of the skies And the Eternal Sage, the greatest of them all They gave a mission to a stranger To me You must cross through the times And seek yourself from unknown lands Beyond the roads uncharted Bring back your future ghost For he needs you to be his guide He no longer knows his name nor path He no longer knows you He no longer knows himself He can't find his way to you He needs you to be his guide You will become his star You will become his path You will become his memory You will become his name You are his sister You are his path You are his thoughts You are his name