Shadow of the Giant

A poem by Ben Weingart, 2014.

Who am I?

I woke in the shadow of the giant

Raised under his watchful eye

Searching for a pack, the shooting star that flies alone

I am of the mist at the edge of perception

I am the name of the falcon, the call of the wolves

The paladin—embarking on another crusade

I am of the burning skies and the dark void between the stars

I am the metal golem that rises to do battle

I am the Dark Angel; I am the bard

I am of the smell of musty air and the silence in the forgotten halls of comfort

I am the traveler, the Wanderer, the keeper of secrets

I am the Seer and the Scout

I am of the forest and the silent tranquility of the rivers

I am the birdsong and the leaves crunching underfoot

I am the warden, the guide.

I am of the fortress of souls, and the Line

I am the war cry, the raging bright fire

I am the protector and the guardian

I will not fail; I have learned to follow the wolves

 

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