The Automaton
Of all the people he
thought he'd lose, of those few,
Never had he imagined
it would be her.
When a lonely boy's
flickering candle,
Pushed back the night,
unveiled a brand new world
She had frozen,
motionless, lifeless, at his side.
A statue of the girl
she had once been
But she was no girl,
instead they found,
A changeling of his
creation.
Born of mud and magic
and craft
Unearthed from ancient
forbidden knowledge
Created as a companion
and protector to
A lonely boy, upon whom
the world rested
Service he
demanded, sacrifice he received.
She breathed her last
upon that battle field
Shielding him from the
curses of that lonely boy
Protecting those in her
charge,
Never would he know the
reason why or how
She knew, not of his
innocence, but of his Vow.
He, still a lonely boy,
stands now,
On the other side of
time, facing
Her empty gaze
unseeing, closed to his mind
Her face, as fresh as
the day she stood still
While his, lined and aged with untold tales.
He wonders if he
gave her a soul,
And if in time, he'll
see hers again.
This was inspired by this article over on Red Hen Publications:
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I really should be doing chem.…
