The New Man

The evening sun casts a long shadow

So, as the light began to dim, I was born

From the remnants of a man who once lived

And died in weakness and despair

Betrayed by his Love and left to rot

In the home the created, his personal hell

Like the pain of a mother in labor

He suffered the agony of death to give birth to me

The sun sets, the home burns

The heart freezes, and I rise

To fulfill the destiny of the one who died

A quest that he was to weak to finish

He reasoned, I feel

He talked, I walk

He turned the other cheek, I cast the first stone

He cried, I destroy

He feared his anger

I wield it as my saber

He reviled malice

I ride upon it as my horse

This life is indeed a curse

But no longer to myself