The forerunner, the front runner
Ringed titanium hair luminescent
In the pearly shiver orb
The moon staked within bright sight

Jittery glances shadowed underneath
The emerald staunches of a forgotten city
Life and plants retaking what's lost
And runner descends, silent and stern

The silent tickle of cool rain
Casting hazy mists above the horizon
The city empty and blind
Without life of those of eyes

Alone he walks through the rubble and rain
Fair hair an alien hue in the green rubble
Picking his synthetic organs and conscious
Fixated by the growth and looming strife

Blurring the lines, collapsing the bridge
Returning to the methods of another drone
Yet still silently he walks in the gloom
A synthetic heart, a drone that can conjure tears