The Automaton – Revisited
She stands, on the
other side of time, facing
A lonely boy she long
ago pledged to save
On orders given by her
silver bearded maker.
Seven long years of
sweat and blood and toil,
Danced to the soundless
tune of a destiny written,
Predetermined before
she had even begun.
She had risen, a blank
slate, to stand before
Blue eyes shadowed with
an ancient knowledge
Given mind and heart
and voice to do his bidding
A simple watch cog in a
labyrinthine machine
To be discarded when
her usefulness came to end
And so she has been
since that extinguishing day.
Now after years long
past, she senses in the coming
A new need for her
arises as a storm gathers,
Roiling black and dark
and evil on the horizon.
She knows the lonely
boy she saved has come
To give her a new
soundless tune of destiny,
Another purpose to
fulfill, another path to tread.
au·tom·a·ton
Etymology: Latin, from Greek, neuter of automatos
1: a mechanism that is relatively self-operating; especially:ROBOT
2: a machine or control mechanism designed to follow automatically a predetermined sequence of operations or respond to encoded instructions