On a starry night, the stranger
Travelled through the sleeping land.
People, cattle—all forever
Seemed forgotten, in a trance.
He had come to Earth to venture
In the darkest of the nights,
Seeking something—an adventure?
No, his quest was more than that.
He had come from times of future
To fix something in the past.
His mistake? Or someone else’s?
Maybe both. And make peace last.
Following the constellations,
Which showed him the sacred path,
He was but a lonesome shadow,
Silhouette of clay and dust.
He rode quickly through the valleys—
Sunlight was his nemesis.
Time was passing, every second
Proved to be his enemy.
No one knew the thoughts he carried,
No one saw his inner fight,
Nor what he would have to battle
Soon enough: soldiers of dark.
Knowing future, past and present,
Change was his ultimate wish.
Inner strength, determination:
He would never know defeat.
He rode quickly—stars shone brightly,
Leading him towards his fate.
He would fight and end the nightmare,
Before dawn would be his death.
– Patricia
Da Capo al Poetry 