Thick sheets of white hair flap clumsily westward
Stale breath, weary eyes, years in the making
Though elements caper, eased limbs now elastic
A force from under anchors flesh to the bone
Waiting, not yet, a patience unrivaled
Folds arm under pit, embracing his station
All the world dances, the song of good cheer
Rips through hopeful masses, but dies in his stead
Swirling, clasping, shadows misguided
Energies laced, channel thoughts of their mission
Banding one to the next in infinite gestures
Their unrestrained presence churns rations aplenty
All matter now one, rid of earthly expression
Gives one final shout then heaves all its might
Plummeting, focusing, honing and bracing
Crushes its foe with the force of the heavens
Yet weight still remains, the key to the world
A solemn surrender, they can't understand
A droplet of mercy trickles down ancient creases
And buries itself in the wake of its purpose
