"The Message of the Survivor" by Rochelle Leya Watts

Staggering down the road
Dust
In the air
In his mouth and he stumbles on
The sun glaring
Oh judgmental sun
Must warn
Warn the tower
Lost
So many dead
Battle over
Lost
The dead too judged by the sun
Judged
Rotting
In their judgment
Eventually
Into bleached bones
But not him
Greedy humans
One knee
Dust
Swirls around him
But he rises once more
Swaying
But rising
He moves forward
The sun moves behind some clouds
Relief
At least in that
Some shade
And if he can warn
They can fight
Keep lands
Save homes
Greedy humans
One foot in front
Of the other
Why would they want them
These lands
He looked around at the scenery
Goblin lands
Wasted lands
The only area left to them since
Humans landed on the shore of their old lands
Landing on his face
Spitting out dirt
But trembling muscles
Rise again
So tired
If found by the humans
He would not
Be able to raise a fight
But the
Tower will fight them
If only he can bring
The warning