From the ruins of a once great land,

came he who wished to escape it,

he ran to his destitute wit,

where he found a sky humbled by mountains so grand;

and there between the titans a village sat bland,

In dire need of this beggar prince.

And in pity he accepted their wish without wince;

for in this place he was in demand.

At times the horror seemed all too real,

this world and that one like a lucid dream,

he passed through the old and the new,

but he never would waver with his quest so near;

Weave in and out of delusion at whim,

At the end of his quest so he came too.