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The Wastelander

A character in the imagined realm of "Purgatoria" known as "The Old Man" or "The Tinker." He represents not a transient soul, finding himself before ascending to heaven, or descending to hell, or even moving on to The Infinite... Rather he is a true citizen of the neutral realm, which is envisioned as being much closer to the material world in many respects. Born in the southern deserts, A child with star-filled eyes, Eager to learn life's ways— The seen and the unseen. Absorbing knowledge, Music played deep within. Dreams of fortune, dreams of fame, Every promise burned to flame. The Wastelander Dreamer & Believer Bard & Mystic, Fool & Wiseman Fames ambition, borrowed stages, Bands dissolved with turning pages. Partnerships failed, hopes outpaced, Empty-handed, disillusioned, displaced. Broken romances—came and went, Paid the cost, the consequence. The love that slipped away, Lost to distance, time, and fate. The flame of madness and pain, Loved him fiercely, loved in chains. The wife of betrayal's burn, Vows and trust forever torn. He closed the door, To love, sealed his heart, and boarded it up. The Wastelander Dreamer & Believer Bard & Mystic, Fool & Wiseman In his youth, wrestled his demons, Fought addiction, bore the scars. Learned from error, stood once more, Drank deep from a bitter cup. An educated man, took a different path, Worked with his hands. A rock when chaos came, quiet strength, that carried the weight. The Wastelander Dreamer & Believer Bard & Mystic, Fool & Wiseman Abandonment, rejection’s ache, Dead dreams buried in his wake. In loneliness he found the path, Stepped onto the silver way. Dawn and dusk on bended knee, Poured his soul into eternal treasures. Yet sorrow deepened, dark and slow, Years deprived of love's warm glow. Grieved the world, embraced The Spirit, Yearned for rest, at the end of the road. The Wastelander Dreamer & Believer Bard & Mystic, Fool & Wiseman In death, a new life dawned, The wasteland appeared before him like a promised land. The endless desert, twilight's calm vision, Wind and dust, a silent will. A silver path winding through golden sands Spirit led him by the hand, her gentle caress, true love, found at last. Freedom's light, pure, and real— Free from expectation, from despair. Skills hard-won in life's course, served him well—no debt remained. From wreckage he raised ruin’s art, and built the refuge of his heart. He did not climb toward blinding light, nor sink into eternal dark. Between the heavens and the hells he found his peace and found himself. His kingdom was forged from scrap and stone, A throne of salvage and rock. He thrived where others fell, With knowledge, skill raised his banner in the desolate realm. A lord of the ruins A baron of barter A prince of apocalypse The Wastelander Dreamer & Believer Bard & Mystic, Fool & Wiseman [Fade] [End]