Last man standing,
alone on the plains.
the bloody plains,
I've painted red.
Since we met,
and since we loved,
in what seems like far-gone days,
I've wondered what it would feel,
to be inside a burning ember.
and now i know,
it's hell.
--
Trapped in the dessert,
Suffocating in the sun,
the slaughter of thousands in my wake.
All around me, they lie,
sprawled in heaps,
and dead as can be.
--
I'm a romantic, at heart,
you could say.
Such elusive things,
hold fast to my heart.
--
How bitter-sweet,
how nonchalant,
how irresistibly irreversible.
--
Worlds turn about my head,
Such cosmic forces unbeknownst to me.
And yet,
I carry on, oblivious to the world.
--
Delicious is the taste of glory,
Fragrant is the sweat and tears.
Thrilling is high of battle,
Killings sweet music to my ears.
--
Melancholy is my name,
Expertise, the game i play.
The world's moved on,
(or so they say)
I see it in your eyes.
--
The Dark Tower is what i seek,
A nexus point in time.
Where universes interlope,
All that is, that was,
is here.
--
And so i carry on to wards the tower,
my ka-tet broken,
my comrades gone.
I am the last,
The last of my kind.
--
I will sing their names,
I will sing their praise,
My lovers, my brothers,
My fallen friends.
They all are with me,
They will be there in the end,
at the end of days.
