He left early in the morning, with the mountain on his mind.
Peered up to the peak above and then began the climb.
The city and its people sure would not be missed
Not since he had his innoncence, such days he reminiced.
He reached the peak in hours, with knees fatigued and sore.
He looked down at towers, he could've sworn that there were more.
He took a seat on the grass, he deserves a break at last.
He never could stand it when he felt the best times had passed.
He watched the sun as it began to set, alone but at ease.
He fell asleep with no alarm set, gently kissed by the breeze.