The Unknown Hero-Phantom Stranger Poem by Kumbirai Thierry Nhamo

In darkened corners of the world,
Where shadows dance and fear unfurls,
There wanders one who shrouds his face,
A figure cloaked in swirling grace.

He walks the earth, the Phantom Stranger,
A hero to some, a mystery to others.
His purpose unknown, his mission unclear,
But his power and skill, there's no questioning here.

He's walked the land since ancient times,
A being of power, of secrets and rhymes.
He's lived through wars, and seen great change,
And his ageless spirit remains the same.

Some say he's a demon, others a saint,
Some say he's a harbinger of danger and fate.
But the Stranger moves in shadows alone,
A lone wanderer, with nowhere to call home.

He's seen the rise of superheroes,
Mortals with powers beyond what's known.
And yet, the Phantom Stranger remains,
A being all of his own.

He's been seen in the midst of peril,
A guiding light for those who falter.
And whispered tales speak of his powers,
Of magic beyond any mortal's.

He's been present for some of history's greatest events,
Witness to wars and kingdoms, fates at their bends.
They say he watches, observing in silence,
His eyes taking in the cosmic violence.

But what drives this hero, this enigma of power?
What is the Stranger's motivation, his hour?
Perhaps he's guided by a moral code,
Or a righteous quest to achieve untold.

For some, he's a mystery, a ghostly wraith,
A being of magic, beyond any faith.
But to others, he's a protector, a guardian,
Someone to turn to, in moments of abandon.

So let the Phantom Stranger wander on,
A hero without a face, yet never gone.
For he is the master of the mystical realm,
A hero to some, and a mystery to overwhelm.