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.