Alexander Poem by Louie Vizcarra

Golden was the savannah, the sun burning on my face.
As a boy on a mountain I gazed upon the desert and the sun planted destiny in my veins.
Shooting through time like a star in the icy sky
the frost burned my finger tips as my world became engulfed by giant spiders in giant webs.
Pushing through the sandstorm
I hardened my lips and took up arms
I weilded sabers and spears at the advancing monsters
and slayed beasts like Lawrence of Arabia.
Unable to be stopped I gained fortunes and forged kingdoms but
hearts long for more.
I marched across the land and over the mountains
and set my sights on a jungle far away.
Tearing down trees and burning down mountains and swamps
I laid to waste the creatures and inhabitants of this faraway land.
I set up an empire and ruled from a castle.
Time passed and the jungle became a tundra
when a new foe invaded my land.
An aging warlord, I took up my sword and marched to combat
but after every battle a weakened emperor retreated to his castle.
Abandoning reason I the emperor fought with all the strength my kingdom allowed
from ruling in a palace to hiding in a cave
pulling on my younger days as a king in the jungle, a boy in the desert.
But soon I was defeated and made a servant of this new foe.
Giving me a sword and restoring to me my former strength
a new emperor sends me to advance his reign.
The sun shines on my head as I march out
a former warlord made servant of a new ruler
slaying monsters and killing beasts all across the land.