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.

About suzanawylie

Suzana Wylie is the not-very-pseudo pseudonym of Susan Wylie Wilson, because let's face it, there are lots of Susan Wilsons around, and as an author, I want readers to find ME and not the bazillions of others. I've been writing all my life - since I learned to hold a pencil anyway - and can't NOT write. Other people have to breathe to live; I have to write.
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