Puppeteer of Time

I am the wind blowing in the trees

The ripples across the water

The sunbeams on the mountains

I am the courage of warriors

The tears of mourning that are shed

The joy of your salvation

I am the eyes of past wars

The ears of past cries of grief

The hands of taking lives expired

I am the ghost of all things past

The Seer of what is to come

The almighty Master of lore

For you are my puppets made to do my bidding

And I am your Master

Your Puppeteer of Time

A/N: I wrote this for a writing contest, and it literally came to me, like, 2 hours before it was due. I wrote it thinking that there’s something much bigger than us, and more powerful that we don’t have any control over.