A lone wanderer walks down a beaten path
A single man to face its wrath
Nothing special about this man
His skin was light without a tan
A silver circlet, gleaming bright
A sword sheath hung low to the right
Faded pendant fell loosely down
Magic hung over him like a gown
A tunic, faded, a dull red sheen
Wearer alert, senses keen
Walking slowly with a measured pace
His hood fell down over his face
Many stories said about this man
Tales from an unknown clan
Dangers faced, like no one has seen
His mind shattered in no way clean
Alec Ecyler was his name
But to most his face was just the same
He grew up in the shadowed alleys
To learn to swing moods in violent rallies
His father was killed in a terrorist attack
Young Alec swore his vengeance to payback
He set his life in mystical studies
No time to mingle with his buddies
A sad life Alec did lead
Now to his message you should take heed
"Watch your back, always beware,
For in the shadows I will be there."