A Perspicacious Quest

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I mount my horse backward,

from the wrong side,

my cape tangling in the reins.

The horse is blind.

Desperate, but well-intentioned,

I slap its flank and wait

to see where we will go ~

who, up ahead, needs saving,

or who might just save me.

It appears the entire world has gone mad;

whole towns are drowning far from shore.

Super Heroes are in short supply, so

Ordinary Heroes are stepping up.

Turn around, turn around,

the horse whispers. 

An eye for an eye has made

the whole world blind.

Facing forward, now, we plod,

on our perspicacious quest:

for leaders who understand how to lead,

for those in power to wield it well,

for the common folk to raise their voices

to a shout, for us all to understand

Mother Earth is trying to teach a world

full of imbeciles how to live.

On my quest, I have seen wonders: swans

at the edge of a misty river, hills purpling

in the falling dusk, the sun rising over

a sleepy inlet - beauty enough

to break my heart for all 

we are losing.

I pen my desperate poem, my song

echoing across the dimensions 
seeking help.

Its beat is weakening, but persistent,

a note of hope, faint, yet refusing

to give up.

I fling off my cape; it lands

on a grinning, big black wolf, who says,

while fastening its button under
his whiskery chin:

"Follow me. The ride will be wild,

and it will bring you joy and pain.
The world will save itself or not."

Oh yes! For, in a heartbeat,
in spite of all the pain,
I would do it all
again.

Well of course it is a wolf who arrives to rescue the rescuer. 

For Brendan's challenge at Desperate Poets: Super Heroes.