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I met him just this morning,
On my way back home.
Struggled to find the wisdom,
To tell him I should really go.
On the brink of salvation,
The stranger came into my life,
He asked me for directions,
To a place I didn’t know.
His eyes darker than the world,
A voice as hard as stone,
He used words in strange equations,
Like his music lost its tone.
Each sentence crashed onto the surface,
Of my almost trampled soul.
And the way he asked his questions,
Seemed to lead him towards his goal.
His skin paler even then my hope,
Didn’t seem to hold his flesh,
But his movements were of reassurance,
Showing no signs of stress.
He talked forever on this crossroad,
Told me where he was last year,
How he at last found his vengeance,
How he stood and faced his fear.
His eyes didn’t leave me in the storm,
Lost track of time and where to go.
For days we stood beneath the thunder,
Waiting for that crushing blow.
I watched the world locked in that moment,
Turned to face this eternal foe,
Watched the lightening break the mirror,
I have nowhere else to go.