The Forgotten One, by Wren Hartwood (posted by permission)


The Forgotten One

His kind had been many, once, a long time ago.
Forgotten alone, upon wind swept, grassy hill.
Time has flowed past him, lonely sentinel in stone.
Many wander by, never seeing what once was.

His tears now long since immortalized forever.
A worn, wind hewn expression, tired and forlorn.
Watching with eyes far removed from this times river.
Waiting for his hardened heart to become reborn.

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