The child; alone

Sent to test the world

Be tested by;

And so he comes

To the end of time

Beginning for some

Of hope, so they say

But some claim nay

Tis not hope, but fey

knowledge of some sort

A dejected interpretation

A child; alone

Without comfort

Without ideas

Sent to this world

to witness

You're afraid

admit it

The grass is not green

The sky not blue

up is down

and left is right

Day becomes night

Chasing black clouds

Through the sky

like the wildebeasts

on the plain

By predators

With sharpened teeth



nothing is known

the child grows

afraid of naught

but the rose