After Court Martial

My mind is not my mind, therefore I take no heed of what men say, I lived ten thousand years before God cursed the town of Nineveh.

The Present is a dream I see Of horror and loud sufferings, At dawn a bird will waken me Unto my place among the kings.

And though men called me a vile name, And all my dream companions gone, 'Tis I the soldier bears the shame. Not I the king of Babylon.