Footsteps
by Cordir

In ancient times, three Great Ones walked,
The world changed in their wake.
The Walkers strode, and as they did,
Civilizations rose and fell.
Peace was waged, and wild wars waged;
Mere ripples from their passage.
For an age and more, the Walkers went
Where their mighty whims directed.
Elemental forces, like wind, like time,
Witnessed but not controlled or guided.
Now Three Walkers sleep and dream,
Thought stories or tall tales.
But as I crept through the Citadel's shattered ruins,
Long since gone to decay and dust
I heard the dim echoes of their footsteps,
The rumble of their dreams,
And knew in my soul,
They'd Walk again...

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