Traveller

Marauder, you lost wanderer, the last of the adventurers, the world gave it all to you to find yourself and you wallowed in self-pity. Merciful fate, the one that brought you here, meaningful intent, your desire to find what your eyes distort and your soul denies. Find the passage through, you to you, amidst the ashes of the Sun, in this deserted land, polluted by sin, the skies torn and yellow, the land grey and old, empty. Traveller, found that this earth was a lie, awakened assassin, you target yourself for the living are now dead and wonder endlessly the streets, trying to find hope in the empty eyes of another.
Bleak future, you brought this curse upon this being. Got rid of his demons, put in the execution line before shame, persecuted by guilt. You we're no one to tell him to live here, to breath this, to evolve alone into is solitude and madness. Recovering all, re-building all, claiming himself as the god of this world, demanding blood to be sacrificed in the altar of eminent insanity. Forcibly re-writing something from the start, not quite sure of what his invention would be. Drowning in sorrow, poor soul, found a heart and gave it a try, ending losing all. To all the risks that he never had the courage to take, he gathered his belongings and roamed the seas, awaiting for closure or death.
Let it be known that time moved on, the lands were one again, the land was green, a peaceful pasture where his naked feet moved amazed at the beauty of the his world. His mind travelled away, forgot space, forgot banishment, forgot all that lost in the explosion of the Sun, he found himself in the reflection of a transparent lake. And there he fell in love, with Nature in it's full splendour. Moved on, created life within life and evolved into a complete and happy man, mere human, mere mortal but with a moral of a god.