In slumber deep, he lies unknown, A solitary figure, all on his own. Time passes by, yet he does not stir, Ignorant of the world, its whispers and its blur. How long he'll sleep, none can say, In dreams he lingers, night and day. Perhaps one dawn, he'll rise from rest, To learn the truths that lay suppressed. Or shall he wake to a forgotten past, To carry on, to complete at last? His unfinished task, a burden to bear, In the waking world, will he find repair? In slumber deep, he lies unknown, A mystery shrouded, all his own. But when he wakes, oh what will be, The tale he'll tell, the world will see.