obsudian

He walks through the neon night as a shadow without a name Steel and magic live inside his silent heart Ancient demons whisper while future machines obey his will He was born from broken timelines and fallen stars A guardian to some a nightmare to others He speaks only in thoughts and his presence bends fear When cities sleep he watches from above When chaos rises he moves without sound History forgets him but legends remember He is not hero or villain He is the watcher He is the end and the beginning