His time has come
He walks about in the night, with veined arms and blood stained claws,
Running from the ghosts haunting his past , escaping death's jaws.
The healing factor was his gift; made him live for ling,
Made him dwell in solitude while the telepaths and beasts were gone.
After these long days, of future past, redemption is all that he seeks.
Age is finally taking its toll on him; his skin old and muscles weak.
So he might be someone's worst nightmare or a hero for some,
But this is the end of Logan's legacy; his time has come...
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