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…