Ten Thousand Years in the Human World
A thousand years, a fleeting dream,
An immortal's heart, torn at seams.
He fell from grace, from realms above,
Lost in pain, in shattered love.
A prince reborn, with memories frail,
Bound by fate, he must prevail.
The heavens weep, the earth grows cold,
The weight of time, too much to hold.
A shadow, a sword, a dragon’s cry
Whispers of a life that passed him by.
In mortal form, he must now fight,
For pieces lost, for ancient light.
The celestial court, the betrayal deep,
Promises made, the ones he keeps.
Love, a curse, both sharp and sweet,
A battle to rise, to stand, to defeat.
For ten thousand years, his soul has roamed,
In search of peace, a place to call home.
But the past still haunts, a silent scream,
In the human world, he chases a dream.
Redemption’s path, a winding road,
Through tears and pain, he must unload.
A tale of gods, of loss, of fire,
Of love that burns and never tires.
In the end, will he find his way,
Or be lost forever?
For ten thousand years, he’s stood alone,
Now seeking the light, to call his own.
