Exceptional How the Wandering Man started wandering Chronicles of the Wandering Man : Interlude: What Came Before by Fleedleflump

(i) Mutations soaked the air, that night, and drowned the world in dark; a wave of chemical demise that left the blackest mark. The reaper was a scientist, apocalypse foretold by meddling with such fragile cloth; the fabric of the world. He rode a steed of good intent upon a path of hope, but paved inferno's flaming road; the final misanthrope. His name consigned to dust's lament, his legacy is death; existence now reformed in dirt and Lonesome's shallow breath. (ii) I clawed my way from underground, a rubble cradle's clutch. I heaved a gulp of Poison's air with lungs coated in smutch. The burrows of the deepest trains had kept me in their clasp, as though the day had 'come a sword, the night my hasp to grasp. I knew I was a man, those days, a person on the Earth, my name forgotten out of need, my past a blank since birth. I wandered from life's wreckage with a will to walk away from history and mem'ries past; society's dismay. (iii) I walked for weeks before the pang of hunger halted me, the air alive with nourishment; extended destiny. I knew my natural life had gone, replaced with acid's fee, but even then I didn't know I'd walk through centuries. Eventually, I understood; the world was down to me, and Atlas handed me his weight's responsibility. I set out to discover him; the man who signed our writ. The world needed a target's face to drag it from the pit. Recognized Earned A Seal Of Quality Author Notes . . I hope you enjoyed this flash back to the past of the future of my dark fantasy poem :-) Smutch - to blacken with soot Misanthropy - hatred of mankind Mike . . © Copyright 2024. Fleedleflump All rights reserved. Fleedleflump has granted FanStory.com, its affiliates and its syndicates non-exclusive rights to display this work.