Old One

• James Casimaty, Grade 9
• Poetry
• 2015

I saw the act of treason from inside,
I waited decades, till his mind would wake.
I was the thing in which he did confide,
The darkest daemons of his own mind’s make.
I helped to strip the chain from soul with he,
Skin flaking and the body left he came.
From inner sanctums lost in time you see,
He heard the whispers of the dreadful name.
A saviour of his bodied form he found,
One chosen from the masses to be he.
Once more his feet set down on earthen ground,
His task to spread the madness and the glee.