Memories of times long since grown cold
run ragged around the shadows of my mind.
I look to the sky and watch
as rain falls.
Crumbled ruins scatter about
and I am alone again.
Strength once flowed through these hands.
Cracked fingers and broken nails.
The sword sits, cast aside like
all the othe relics of my past.
I bide my time as I watch the
power fade from what remains.