Today my name is Maladroit.

a Whiper without a Soul-

forever Forgotten between The groves

and Lost beneath the Suns

in a Dark and Fearful place-

That Good dare Not touch

a Matyr, of the Modern

Crying Softly in the night

- Eternal

in the Endless sky

lost to the Black

Stars have not lit my Way-

for some Time now.

they have left for Better days

Times of lovers-

Clinging in the grass.

but Alas left Here

-is me-

the Lost soul

of lost Souls,

Never to See the sun