Far in the moonlight, the boy grasped his hand
Memories shot in an instant, blown away as the sand
Lost in a city, his arms tucked alone
Fear in his footsteps, from skin to his bone
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The night streets stepped away from his misery untold
From the road on his journey, he was found in the cold
A mother and a father, childless yet fair
Held the blackened waif with a stare, fingers through his dark hair
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Many years went behind him, powers only to be seen
The crowds witnessed his talents as he stood in grass green
While kings gathered together, wishing only for his fate
Of blood and of fire, soiled robes a floodgate
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One day, he returned to the home of his kin
With a door opened behind him, there dripped fear from his skin
A mother and a father, childless yet fair
Laying dead on the floorboards, shaken grip in his stare
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With flight, he went to a yonder hill
In a call, he was found, blamed for the kill
To chains and to flames, he was brought to the scorch
Yet in fear of his fall, the crowd was struck, standing as clay, with not even the sight of a torch
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Far in the moonlight, the man grasped his hand
Memories shot in an instant, blown away as the sand
Lost in a city, his arms tucked alone
Fear in his footsteps, from skin to his bone