My Fate
They come.
The dark whisperers of the night.
They come for me and me alone.
They seek me out.
I'm always riding, hiding, running.
I run to the places where They cannot see.
I run like a rat from a housewife's broom.
Disgrace has fallen on my family's name.
No longer will my ancestors protect me from the life of a beggar.
And always They hunt me.
They search for what I carry.
I carry their fate in my pocket.
I carry the gem They cannot touch.
I carry the sun in my pocket.
Personal note: This poem is partially inspired by Ringwraiths, Frodo Baggins, and Sabriel/Abhorsen from Garth Nix's Sabriel. The second line came to me during French class, and I expanded from there.
