sylvia spencer - The Troglodyte

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

sylvia spencer

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