N I N E T E E N.

“For it’s as bold
As dreams foretold,
That I alone can save us,

As even day
Will loose its way,
If all out war is favoured.

And I’m prepared
To take my share
Of any reprobation,

As coalesced
With life’s process,
I’m everyone’s salvation.”

The giants gasped,
As our lad passed
The last words of his witness,

Until the seer
Sought all to hear,
Whilst rising to address,

“And when you’re asked
Whose name is tasked
With keeping ruin at bay?”

“I’ll say with pride,”
The boy replied,
“My own, disclosed today;

The first zygote
To earn a vote,
And learn its influence,

And realize
That paradise
Is everywhere at once.”

He left it there,
As from her chair,
The Chieftain rose to speak,

With every face
Of either race
Awaiting her critique.

“So Dread’s conspired
With our desires,
And played us all for fools,

And made men flee
Their sanctuary,
And giants seek renewal.

And left you wide,
And clear eyed,
And totally professed,

That on your own
You can atone
For our selfishness.

“Our wise may urge
A different purge,
But they are all forgetting,

That my love, dear,
And your own seer,
Have personally met him.

As I have, too,
And always knew
That something was not right,

So galvanized
With speed’s supplies,
We’ll follow you this night.

And intersect
Where he expects,
But not with stone and staff,

And wait for thee
To intercede
On everyone’s behalf.”

“And I’ll attend
My people’s mend”
The sage said in addition,

“And waste no more
Time on the shores
Of sunlight’s intermission.”

The gathered crowd
As one, aloud,
Agreed this grand design,

And westward swept,
Towards the steppe,
That bound the timber line,

Where morning snapped
Night’s overlap,
With more than usual glee,

And our young boy,
And his envoys,
Were carried carefully.

And on day eight
The earth was late,
In welcoming its light,

As forest trees,
And attendees,
And giants blocked its sight.

And in the wood
Our young lad stood,
Before a tortured scene,

Whose market stalls
And tented walls
Were now the ash of dreams.