Upon a dark horizon
A solitary figure appears
Dressed in white
His cloak flows in the wind
Gossamer thin the fabric
A cloud forms behind him
The wanderer walks silently
Across dry ground
Choked with dust
Rising
This figure is unmasked
Unlike the past
Now when you see a man
Without
You ask
Why does he approach
His countenance allows no clues
Shows no fear
He is emotionless
He walks with a purpose
Ignoring the winds
His throat parched
But he lives
When so many others have not
His life offered righteously
To the hazards of the land
His walk is straight
Never wavering
His cloak spotlessly white
The broken roads of the past dynasties
Offers him a trail for his path
A dead world leaves skeletons
Burnt out homes
Destroyed cities
There is nothing left
But the broken lives
Broken treaties
And even more brutality
More hostility
This world is hostility
Where it once was noble
It is dangerous
And dying
The world has barely survived
Most of it remains corrupted
Covered in human artifacts
Made of steel and concrete
The waters poisoned toxic
The air burns in the lungs
And the land bleeds
From the radiation
Humanity left behind
Without a thought inside
The wanderer doesn't flinch
This world is a nightmare, not a dream
Despite the horrors he walks
He sees the world before him
And keeps a journal
For all to read
If the world loses its memory
All was for naught
Perhaps that is appropriate
For this disaster
This catastrophe
Was purely human wrought
The wanderer doesn't stop long
There is nothing to keep him
The world is a relic
Of a fallen empire
The dead still scream
Artifacts left behind offer a story
Without survivors no one can know
Just how accurate or not
The description can be
But the dead remember
Buried together
They remember everything
FOR FURTHER READING
Revelation 9:13-16 NIV
13 The sixth angel sounded his trumpet, and I heard a voice coming from the four horns of the golden altar that is before God. 14 It said to the sixth angel who had the trumpet, “Release the four angels who are bound at the great river Euphrates.” 15 And the four angels who had been kept ready for this very hour and day and month and year were released to kill a third of mankind. 16 The number of the mounted troops was twice ten thousand times ten thousand. I heard their number.
