Tuesday, 31 May 2011


Arlman sat, alone, unrecognised,
And watched a thousand years pass.
He sat, and waited, petrified;
Just waiting to be seen.
Until one night, a woman came.
He saw her look, he felt her gaze.
She stared at him,
She looked again,
And then she walked away.
Far worse to have been seen and not seen.
Far, far worse.
He raged alone.
He prayed alone.
But not in vain.
Something had changed.
Seen but not know.
Known but not known.
And back she came, to his dark place.
And looked again.
And saw.

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