He saw me,

He gave me life again,

And now as he sleeps,

I run free,

Locked in an endless nightmare,

Persuade by all those imaginary things,

Reimagined time and time again.

Until even I lost count of who I was,

Or what my role was,

I know the beasts role is defined by the infinite,

But my role,

My part in all these stories,

What am I to be,

The hero?

The villain?

The Betrayer?

It must be one,

Or all,

Or could it be none?