Guard A:

In a dreary dream I saw a boy,

A age without ploy,

A simple life for that boy,

Was one day left.

Under the name given at birth,

He lived a life and his wife gave birth,

Stolen story; please report.

A simple life you see,

One for the simple but happy peasantry.

In a dream I saw a boy,

He stared right back at me.

He my past and future you see,

Coalescing in ever continuing threes.

At the age of three he learned,

At the age of thirteen his heart yearned,

At the age of twenty three he was burned,

By the scars of war.

In a dream I saw a boy,

No longer alone, I was coy.

In a dream I saw a boy…

No a man cut down...