I was waiting on the storm,

The one that never came.

I watched the waves crash over,

Am I the one to blame?

The rain was coming at my call,

As I swung around my sword.

The tempest from within me,

Had severed every cord.

And when the floodgates opened,

There was no one else but me.

A single man, an army of one,

To take on the world of the free.

I charge through the front lines,

Of my imagined enemy.

I slashed and stabbed and grabbed my way,

Until I reached my victory.

But no one sounded trumpets,

A none prepared a feast.

There were none to raise the flag,

None to mourn the deceased.

So I returned to my castle,

My bastion of peace.

I locked the gate behind me,

And turned to watch the seas.

I watched and waited for the storm,

The one that never came.

I set the guards on high alert,

The army of my name.

I dwelt an age in my tower,

A watchful, restless peace.

My sword was my disaster,

Time had bent me to my knees.

Please do not rebuke me,

For my youthful fire.

I now lay down my spirit, my sword,

Until your coming hour.