The Wanderer

For ages he walked,
The wanderer,
Weighed down by the guilt and the Mark
That branded him kinslayer,
Murderer of his blood, his brother.

Cursed, he was
And his clan, his kin,
And maddened, he was
With the guilt of his.

For ages he walked,
A mere puppet,
A small chapter in the grand plan.

For ages he walked,
The wanderer.
And once he was dead
He joined Lucifer
In the innermost ring of Hell.

And the Grand Puppeteer,
Content in his heavens,
Getting ready for the next chapter,
To see through His Grand plan.

For ages he walked,
One of the many who sinned,
All according to His plan.

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