Heavy feet stomped the ground,
A man with no past, a man with a future to carve.
Raised by animals, follower of the river, home in the woods
His name was Nothing.
Wandered too far,
Roamed the village.
They stare in awe, they gawked.
His tall frame crowding the dirt made streets.
**** and vulnerable. He suddenly felt alone.
A woman dressed in brown saved him,
Gave him food and clothes.
‘I am Nothing’ He spoke to her.
She spoke the name Alexander.
Alexander of Nothing