Wanderer in the Mist

I am but a wanderer in the mist,

For only one purpose do I exist.

I stand on the verge, surveying the world,

Watching all things as they are unfurled.

The golden sands of forgotten past,

As unto the hot iron, they will be cast.

Formed again remade anew,

A world unlike any you ever knew.

This dark place, this barren realm,

Will be reforged to overwhelm.

 

Reviews

[Emily Rose]

Very well expressed. Is the poem you wrote inspired by the picture you put to it or was that just a lucky find? I can really get the sense of the wanderer as I read.

I do have a few critiques, however: There were a few time where your rhyme didn't flow quite as well and felt a little forced (I got this sense in the last two lines especially). Also, although I continue to be impressed that you'll actually use punctuation, you did go a little comma happy and a few of your commas are unnecessary (the one that particularly jumps out is the one after "purpose" in the second line) so I'd recommend that you add in a few other punctuation marks to spice it up a little. Good job!

[Lena M. P.]

I liked the analogy of sand being reshaped by the fire into glass. That the sands of time are reshaped into our future. That the new is just a darkness to be shaped. Very well written.

[WordMaster]

This is a WOW poem!

Thank you for giving me the pleasure of reading this great work