Changing of the Guards© By Felina Silver (Copyright© 2019)

Along quiet paths a small group stands,
As shadows drift from distant lands—
The ones who walked these fields before,
Now ghosts upon this ancient floor.

Unseen by eyes of modern day,
They wander, lost in disarray;
The world has changed—both bright and grim,
A truth that dims their echoes thin.

The present breathes in fleeting grace,
With joy and doubt etched on its face.
Life seekers strive, yet deep inside,
They fear what time may next divide.

Brief sparks of hope light up the gloom—
Ideas to chase away the doom—
But visions fade as power’s thirst
Returns to claim what once was cursed.

So round again the old wheel turns,
While every heart still dreams and yearns.
New hands prepare to take the reins,
And walk these grounds with joys and pains.