The Novice

He holds the world Deep inside his palms He's slowly waking From the dream so it seem The hour glass is running out of sand He hears the voice Running to his aid Running this low on blood bleeding through blade Filled with love left this fool dismayed Tears fall from his face Visions of his last regret replay in his mind Contemplating on what he could've done It's to late The damage been done He walks through darkness slipping away from light We are no more We're not in his sight The Novice lays here to Today