To be Continued at some point

What became of me,
dear friend,
is not as easy
a step to see.
For once I was
but wasn't still
the man i am
before you now.
Who am i
to be the judge
of who i am,
or once was.
That different,
strange time
and place, where
dragons fought,
destroyed my face;
the blood falling,
burning bright
dimming even
the brightest light.
Trapped I fell,
and longer still
darkness swelled,
and oh faint bells.
That melody sweet
upon the ear
i'll never forget,
and hold it dear:
waking sounds,
a flickering world
visions yet
of times unheard.

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