Sweat drips on his brow
The sun shines so brightly
A mirage of a savior
A black avatar of rage sent from the shadow throne
There was so much hope
That he could be the one
To bring about justice
And an everlasting peace
The boy is impressed
His dreams are in his grasp
To fly far away
And travel all the stars
He sees all their lights
Though he does not know that by his hand they shall be destroyed
Misread prophecy
He was the child messiah
Claimed by good and evil
Which path will he take
