Reluctant Nomad

There roams a reluctant nomad
Only footways feel his oblivion.
Does he really exist,
Does he really exist?
Only in whispered lores that're spun
Is his presence known as iron-clad.

The lore says he carries the legacy
Of a belief long-time ago dead.
Does it really exist,
Does it really exist?
It lives but is left to the unsaid,
To those left breathing in obscurity.

Once upon he was one of a flock
Who populated a peaceful plain.
Did this ever exist,
Did this ever exist?
For decades, this was the main
But time, and change, is about the clock.

Left now is one remaining breath
Gone for so long he's thought deceased.
Will he exist again,
Will he exist again?
For his sake, may he be at peace:
None should experience-- twice-- their death.

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