The Sitting Man

For as long as anyone could remember

The Sitting Man was always there

Once a raging inferno, now an ember

Witness to all wars and every fare

 

Evil feared him and sought his death

Justice would try to draw him into action

To them, he warned of their final breath

And saw the outcomes of the factions

 

Regardless of the victor, nothing would ever change

So he sat and viewed every event as strange

 

When death finally came at his door, memories arose

Broken free from his illusion, by numerous regrets and woes

He struggled to kindle the flame, but it was too late

Life snatched like many others before, but he relented to his fate