Ye Kindler Poem by Chris Chie'zie

In a world not quite like ours, where the sky shimmered
with colors yet unnamed
and the ground thrummed
with the pulse of the universe,
Ye stumbled through a portal that appeared to appear
in the back of an old wardrobe.

The air crackled with energy,
and the scent of the ozone
and pine filled Ye senses.
As Ye squinted eyes adjusted
to the brilliant hues and contours
of this newfound reality,
a figure approached majestically, cloaked in robes and a hood.

They seemed woven from stars
The stars of the very night sky. 'Hey Ye are here for kindling! '
the figure seemed to speak,
their voice echoing and rumbling
as if from a great distance.

Ye bewildered but undaunted:
'Kindling? For what purpose? '
'For the fire of change, the blaze, The fire that renews and purifies, '
'We are at the very cusps
It's time for transformation,
and Ye have been chosen
to ignite the spark of innovation.'

Then Ye understood.
Ye was not here by accident;
Ye is here to birth new ideas,
to challenge the status quo,
and fuel the flames of progress.
And as Ye stepped forward
to accept this mantle of phoenix,
Ye alternate reality embraced Ye, its kindling alight and burning with the promise of tomorrow.