Copyright © : Liudmila Maksimovskaya NIKOXXII
Poetic Description:
To the knowledge of many, she did not exist.
She was dismissed
As a myth
That worth less than a penny
In a pocket of a wandering soul.
The being surrendered to all
And no one.
For the sake of her kind, she climbed the hill
Testing her will,
To fulfill
The prophecy left behind
By the Master who had no faith in her –
By the Ruler to whom it would never occur
She was the One
To save her people,
To bring them back
Out on the open
Out of the forgotten land
To the golden track
Where the black trees grow
On a bed of sand.
Akuaika,
Hold this world in your hand,
It is yours
To build, to change, to defend…
To owe.