The Mystic (Original Poetry)
Tender leaves falling down
decorating the pavement
tiny footprints adding flavor
making the mosaic complete.
Walking barefoot in the streets
feeling the morning breeze
tingling in every single cell
inviting the body to dismantle the spell.
Jumping through different spheres
made him grumpy and unfulfilled
he used to be the leader in a far away hemisphere
species valued him because he was multiskilled.
Emotional cripples wandered through the skies
spreading misfortunes and lies
dimensions cracking up in front of his eyes
invoking decadence and leading to total decline.
This realm entertained his senses
turning his bitterness into motivation
unleashing a power unrecognized by the masses
a force for good, he needed to tackle new chances.
He was forbidden to act like a master
disallowing him to interfere in earthly matters
questioning his devotion to higher dimensions
imposing rules and withdrawing all his possessions.
A haunted mystic with an awakened spirit
lightning up the streets searching for a culprit
recovering from a decade-long battle
healing his wounds, ready to get settled in a nearby castle.
💎💎💎 Krisz Rokk 💎💎💎
Creative art by Daniela S.
Originally published on the Hive blockchain at @KriszRokk.
This is a beautifully written poem that tells a captivating story of a character's journey from disillusionment to finding purpose. The imagery of the falling leaves and morning breeze adds a sensory element to the narrative, making it come alive. The struggle of the character to find meaning in his existence and his ultimate decision to use his powers for good are relatable themes that will resonate with many readers. Overall, a thought-provoking piece that explores the human experience