Born

A tear falls from a tightly shut eye. Regret fills his thoughts. As the rain falls as black as the night sky.
Fearless as he sits under the tree whose branches would haunt his dreams as a child. Time is no factor now as it gently passes him by.
He has lost all reason to live. Life to him meant torture pain and tears similar to the ones he now sheds a top this hill.
A once powerful man now weak. Once mighty now dying. All hope he had was killed.
Killed by the actions of a man apart. A man whose heart has turned cold. Hope to him useless,
His sins torment him. And his demons prevent him from any movement
soaked more by tears than rain. he sits there bathing in his pain.
He looks around and sees no one. All people abandoned him yet this tree still remains.
He sits up and allows this tree to support him. As if he appreciates it.
He closes his eyes and dies. Cold. Lonely. but now not entirly faithless.