Legends of Belariath
Xavier
Poem of a Warrior
I’ve come to a place that I’ve just been born to.
Where the world knows few limits.
Greed and desire reigns over all.
Yet it's like I've been here before.
The oppression is a bearing reminder.
Of a place I know.
Of a time I've lived in.
Is it time that has stopped?
Or is this world a mirror,
to ones I've been to before?
Shall I search only to find,
that this is where I was?
Dreaming awake or living asleep.
I know this place all to well.
As a babe to its mother.
I am new...
But I know where I am.