Living.
Living centuries.
Watching men live and die
watching seasons come and go
waiting and watching.
Lonely.
Traveling the road of solitude,
voluntary exile,
the prince of forever.
Searching.
Wandering.
To die and live again.
Rise.
Rise from the flames
new and alone.
No tears.
A brave existence,
a proud face for the multitudes.
Wandering.
Watch and wait.
Wait for something,
wait for someone.
So lonely.
So wild
so free
so lonely so long.
The price of immortality.