Melchior the Fallen

A creature as a man

is before me, but soon be no more

An ugly creature is once a man

Once a man who followed the path of the mockingbird

Now he lay on the ground, old and frail, before me

With his body without warmth, without love

He tries to rise again, but he cannot

He tries to rise again, but he is broken

I ask him what has become of him

I ask him why does he continue

He said to me, He cried out to me

"I am fallen, I am broken by the path I had chosen but I still follow this path"

He rises one more time

He rises one final time

"Never follow this path there is no reward"

"Never follow this path for those of the rose is truly undeserving"

His final words said, His final moment has gone

He fell one last time, He is fallen, He is dead

He is a Magi of Romance, Melchior the Fallen