I was approached by the wayward wanderer
Who came from far, or maybe just yonder, or
Not at all, for my mind likes to ponder
Alone in the night.
Silent beneath the stars.
She means to split the world asunder
With hands rooted, and a voice of thunder.
All to resurrect our world of wonder.
And though I think
We’d sooner go under.
She’ll at least try.
She expects me to as well.
And with my duty thrust
She urges me forward
to change or bust
It’s a collective ask.
But in the ashes will rise
Something built to last.
An order aligned
With our forgotten memories.
I said farewell to the wayward wanderer
Whose presence alone
Left me a worried wonderer.
A brief but lasting impact
In a temporary existence.