What of the tree,
That stands between Time and Death,
However where our lives had begun,
Had also been where you came to rest.

Battle had worn you thin,
Broken seams and dirty limbs,
The golden crown that sits atop your head,
Rusted brown with soil and ash,
The loud thundering destruction,
Of a home you had never forgotten,
One I had destroyed, the day I destroyed myself,
My father stares into your eyes,
He knew, and I knew,
You'd miss me, I knew.

I had to leave,
I had to leave,
I had to leave and what remains of me after Death must go before this body does,
This body that has destroyed itself a long time ago,
I must cut the voice that yelled,
At the only one who'd seen the monster I'd become,
Must lose the mind that lost it long ago,
And rest my conscious six feet underground,
Or at least lay in charred soot and ashes and
burning gunpowder,
In a resting chamber that tormented me for
Days, weeks, hours,
The button clicks like a final realization,
The sun has set at a new chapter,
Singed at the page corners,
And now a new world without the burning monster,
Myself,
Only myself,
The second tyrant has gone, alone in the end,
What he had deserved is served in blazing fire,
And ichor mixed with humanity's wine,
And a father that blames this death on everyone,
But himself.