The Traveler
A new adventure.
A new beginning,
With a new life.
Dreaming of a land,
Where there are heroes and wizards.
Then there is the evil queen,
Who terrifies all in her lands.
I am thrust into this new land.
A visitor from another dimension.
Simply a traveler many call a hero,
But I am just a woman standing,
Up to this queen who,
Takes from the village.
I am a mere traveler,
Yet more magical and,
Powerful than her.
I am a time traveler for the innocent.
She will fall and the land shall be free.
Copyright © Shirley Hudson | Year Posted 2022
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