Immortal

He comes and goes swiftly

You will not remember him

That is immortal

He bears the mark of a lonely man

Though he treads through sea, snow, and sand

He knows much and remembers much

And the night lends him its sorrow

The earth cries for the immortal

He must ride as the eternal nomad

No love, no fame

He is the laughing shadow

Forever will the gates be closed

Even as he walks a thousand years

No amount of isolation, desperation, or motivation

Can save this exile in redemption

And yet he is in peace

Forever in the land of the living

He wears a genuine smile

In no need of forgiving