"Trapped in the Wasteland...

Bones...

Blood...

The Smell...

The Fear...

People...

Scrounging...

Lost...

Afraid...

Crying...

But one is calm...

He...

Maybe She...

Watches us all...

Closely...

Taking notice of the little things...

Making changes where deemed necessary...

Watching us all the time...

I notice the ones near death cling to the robes...

"It's" robes...

If that's what they can be called...

Made up of fire...

Water...

Earth...

Air...

And Metal...

The Elements...

The Eyes...

"It's" eyes...

Burn a color I have never seen...

So blinding...

So powerful...

No structure...

No form...

Just the sway of the robes...

And the Eyes...

I'm losing consciousness now...

Seeping in and out of reality...

As the figure draws near...

The Eyes...

The Robe...

I utter my last words...

As I gaze upon them...

'Remember...''"

eric l