An aged face with scruffy greying beard; Locked in the past, of memories gone by; Exploring the land that a young man fears; Reliving mistakes, just waiting to die; Trapped in the empty, and feeling the cold; Tasting the bitter of silence and still; Remembering youth so lusty and bold; Loving forever, never getting fufilled. On this sunset plain the late sun has smiled; My lover's womb called, and drew in my breath; A soul formed, and grew, for she was with child; A daughter ensued, and threw back my death. When future's once seemed so dark, so forlorn; With the touch of her hand I was reborn. ** I made sure it had 14 lines this time care to give it a go Jon?