...they've been searching for a while now
waiting eons to find him,
the one
to serve their King.
Walking for centuries
their feet never tire
effortlessly gliding
'cross the Earth,
their eyes awake
their minds open.
Spinning into being,
they find
a wilting body in stone
and know it's him
white-winged
on the edge.
He knows nothing
of himself
or his fate...
and they take him
wash him
teach him
love him...
