The Servant of Time

Prologue Darkness. Loneliness. It went as far as one could imagine Through plains Hills and mountains unseen There was no Light here after all To the horizon, to the edge of the universe But then there came one, A light So small, so frail Which I feared if I held in my hand Too tight, it would Fizzle out and restore my desolate state My mind fought my body, The latter won For the former was weak. And in the darkness, I swam The tide was unpredictable But my resolve remained unshaken ‘Twas a centimetre away now My hand outstretched My finger could but graze its edge Then it shattered And scattered in a thousand fragments…