In this world- sparkling and white
There are some things which are not right.
Hence, began the journey of our dear knight
Alone he set out, he was a true Stylite.
Ferocious he was, but he radiated light
Lovingly people called him Omyte.
Herculean build up, yet so polite
Every wrongdoer- simply feared his might.
And it was not just a simple fright
But sad knowledge of his impending smite.
Omyte didn't require any satellite
Injustice he could see- with his plain sight.
He liked his job- didn't care about limelight
So, he worked quietly in the cover of night.
Though it meant staying alone, embracing the moonlight
All was not lost, God visited him every fortnight.
He knew he had already joined the echelon of the Elites
What worry did he have now- for he was in sync with the Infinite.
Yet with control and discipline, he came out each time to fight
A purpose crysyal clear- to set everything right.
And thus, a stellar story of his glory, I am determined and honoured to write!
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Omyte means "My Light" in Hebrew (Google used a bit there)
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Poetry{WP_Poetry featured✔} #6 - 25.06.2018 in #Poem Poems that will try to make a difference, poems that will try to inspire. And hopefully, poems that will try to awaken your sleeping spirit. Book cover made by @LadyMeringue
