Zexion

This is a poem I wrote for a poetry contest. As the title suggests, it's about Zexion. Here it is:

I am only a few months old,
Yet I have much intelligence.
I came from nothing,
and to nothing I shall return.
I am without a heart,
only with mind.
I am a Nobody, doomed to return to dark.
There are others like me,
who also retain their former shape.
There are others, unfortunates,
who were not so lucky.
I was once called Ienzo,
but that name means nothing now.
I am now called Zexion
A name unto the dark.