The rebel waits...

The solitary figure

stands in the distance

head held high.

Sparks from the eyes

penetrate the darkest corners.

No one dares approach

as his strength is imminent.

Who is this stranger,

what is his quest?

His is the restlessness

of Soul waiting for the moment

man awakens from his unconscious

traverse through time

Be patient my rebel,

Your time is at hand