Boulders Are Falling

Boulders are falling,
The villagers calling,
Roofs start to cave in,
As I run through the streets.

Somebody call him!
Can anybody see him?
Can I try to be him
If I stand fast my feet?

Time to defend them,
Raise hands and repel them,
His power released , then . . .
. . . beginning complete.

This was written before Blue Mists, and precedes it’s content. I think there will be at least one more poem in the sequence.