The Time Traveller

Through the flood of wanton sight,
he soars past the stars.
The one who challenges the might
of those who laughs at his scars.

He sails the vast blue skies,
free of space and time;
Desolate fury and fright he fights
to clean the seas of their slime.

Rays of light he strings in his bow
and battles against every chance,
Riding the void and every hollow,
to fill them with the shine of his lance.

The savior of fate and glory is he,
beholder of respect and fame;
He was, he is and he is to be:
The time traveller, or so is his claim!