our tiny bird is to blame for all the troubles today
making naps and taking dives in unnecessary places
as hope for our sins to die moves on,
so does the world around us
To him, it was only moments ago when the battle was fought, and won. His comrades were all gone and he wondered where they all went. As he searched, all he could find were the dead bodies of the enemy. He promised his comrades he would wait there for them.
Every night he would set up a camp, and it would be easy. The night was as chill as the foggy day and there never was a gust to blow anything down.
For years he waited for them in what seemed to be an alternate dimension with no living people and where time did not flow. To him, it had only been maybe days, for the corpses over the ridge never rotted, never decomposed, he never seemed to get any older. What was so wrong to think only days had passed?
In truth, however, the knight had been there for hundreds of years. As he was trapped in his own little world while the real one moved on.