Sunday, July 8, 2012


Sounds of running filled the darkness.
Forty agents of the Syndicate,
Chasing someone in the tunnel.
It’s an order from the Syndicate base,
From the Syndicate lord and buyer
To kill the renegade rider.

Short hand of the clock moves from two to one.
The Syndicate lord had set the time clock
On backward movement; it’s done.
No mornings, the future is rigid like rock.
The world goes backward without help,
But one, brave man managed to escape.

The renegade rider hurries for the time,
For the world
And for his life.
No more seconds to lose, for his tracks aren’t cold.
Syndicate chases from the past round;
The renegade turns the clock back to present. Now.

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