A young man with a price on his head, to young to die <br />yet he knew he would soon be dead. He lived all alone hiding <br />away from the law in some old cave on a far distant shore. <br />He was branded a traitor but he knew not why, yet his country said <br />he had to die. <br />He lived his short life as a Troglodyte because he was afraid <br />to stand up and fight. He was innocent of any charge <br />they had said and he would sooner die alone than on a <br />prison bed.Then one grey morning without the sunrise <br />the whole of the land suffered for their lies. <br />A catastrophic tide just came up from nowhere <br />and in it's wake left nothing to spare. All around was the deep <br />blue sea with nothing but debris as far as the eye could see. <br />For twenty years he lived in that cave and in the wake of the flood <br />it became his grave; but the Troglodyte did not die in vain <br />because all of his accusers suffered the same.<br /><br />sylvia spencer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-troglodyte/
