in the twilight of a time
there emerges a need for man to comprehend his own bitter fate
finally resigned to the inevitable beyond
desperate for stories of assurance
such tales fill page upon page with enough ink
to flood a thousand valleys
and drown the tallest tree
but there is one tale that as yet been told
the story of. the outsider
humanities at a crossroads
the people have retreated shuttering their once carefree lives
from unseen enemies which seem to plague not only
the physical form but the innermost thought
the masses begin to devolve
once dear neighbours turn wary foes
achievement and ambition are dismissed
even nature itself is scorned
choked with suspicion and fear
voices do not dare to sing
imminent defeat is all but assured
whispers begin to tell of a figure emerging from the darkness
as if the very force they describe has existed for eons
a dormant seed awaiting nourishment word of radical acts. disobedience
non-compliance spread among the people
whispers turned to cries and the cries into screams
and tend to cower no more the fury of the people
whose talent behold as they exact revenge on their captors
spare neither the repentant nor the bold
smouldering in the belly of humanity
it cannot be extinguished
for the stories the outsider endure
even as evidence of its presence is debated with the passing years