Preludium, or, *what has gone before: A man makes his way, alone, Through rocky ash and bluff, His feet a mass of ****** scabs His throat gruff with rust. In his savage thirst he sees, delirious, The City from whence he flees; The City that stole his Name.
Furious! O righteous hate; Bubbling! Consuming! Melding with his haze of pain: Fickle Justice! Intangible Law! Humble Equity! Alien words for an alien time That has quickly descended to muck.
But we must leave this Nameless nomad To his dark visages, for now. Perhaps we shall return To plough his tale and groan To find him drowned in thirst; In self-pity, the liquid fire. For now- to the City, we are bound! And the mind of one so fortunate, as to still call his Name his own.
The Preludium (A sort of 'previously on') to Part 2 of an ongoing series - The Stealing of Names Follow and get ready for Part 2 in a few days!