As a Lost Guardian Speaks


Dear little boy,
By the wind and the waves, the sky and the dunes
I look forward to meeting you.
And if the gates are released, and the beasts held back,
And the rains form puddles,
I shall return.
I desire to hold you in my grasp
And remind you,
Of who I am
Of who you are
Of where we stand.
But I am lost little boy,
Trapped in a broken land
And every Night passes
But your mother waits.
Tell her it is too late
And our lives will never meet again.
Tell her that future lies in the hills, not the pyramids
Show them the locked gates
Warn them that they are safe
That adventure is a good word,
But it cost a life.
Dear little boy,
Good night.

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