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?