The Pinnacle

I've so much to say, and yet I cannot speak Come and do my bidding now for I have grown too weak My weary eyes have seen all that life can give Come to me, O young one, for you I can forgive I stood where no man goes, and conquered demon foes With glory and passion no longer in fashion The hero breaks his blade Cast this shadow long that I may hide my face And in this cloak of darkness the world I will embrace In all that I endure, of one thing I am sure Knowledge and reason change like the season A jester's promenade