Neon Nomad

In the heart of junkyard gates, where past and present intertwine
Echo meets the keeper, a relic from another time
Cloaked in shadows, with eyes that have seen worlds rise and fall
He guards the gateway to salvation, standing tall

Your passage has a price," he whispers, voice like gravel and smoke
In batteries, life's currency," he says, no jest, no joke
Echo ponders the cost, the lifeline of his kind
In this exchange, a glimpse of hope, he hopes to find

Battery bargain, a trade of life for lore
In the keeper's wisdom, Echo finds an open door
A guide through the ruins, where the old eyes lie in wait
On Rubble Road, Echo strides, towards his fate

The keeper, a specter from a time when metal did not roam
Speaks of days when harmony reigned, before the exile's dome
He points Echo to the east, where the dawn breaks on the lost
In the piles of yesteryears, where progress had its cost

With a nod, Echo ventures, into the labyrinth of steel
Each step a memory, each discovery a deal
The keeper watches, a silent sentinel of the forgotten lane
In his heart, a hope for Echo, to end the bio-robots' bane