There he stood alone
A savage, a warrior, a charmer, an adventurer; he was all those
But the only of his kind
He walked about for many centuries alone
Many beautiful women had come and gone, but none did ever stay
They fought for him, went too far for him
Even baved the depths of many hells for him
And at times, he did the same
But in return he has nothing to show for it
Only scars and emptyness
For his loyalty has never been returned
In all his years he has walked this world alone
A saviour rejected time and time again
Still he came through even when not wanted
Yet, not a thanks has he ever heard
He longs to leave the world he has grown to resent
But he cannot leave it behind
For defending ungrateful people seems to be his curse
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