I forgot to put the name of my poem. It's called "The One Who Question Destiny". Here it is without the non-Destiny explanation (enjoy!): [spoiler] I have seen a lot, but there’s still so much more to discover. My curiosity is overwhelming; I want to know the secrets of our past. I asked myself why everything seems to be against us; Why are we the ones that are forced to be stamped out against this universe? What have we done during our Golden age to deserve this fate? As I explore the ruins of what we were so proud of, I begin to question… I see the beauty of nature… I see how it has grown over our towers… How the sand has mixed with our ships… I have even gotten the chance to see the other planets around us. I can see our destruction and the beauty of our creations. I am very appreciative of the traveler for saving our lives. Very few of us survived when the unknown hit us hard. But, why did it do that? Why did the travelers save us? Why were we crushed? Why are there more that want to destroy us? As I look to see the enemies that probe for weaknesses, I realize, as I look at my friends in their excitement in taking down our opponents, that we are not very different. We are just as cruel. We have as much of a desire to stamp them out as they, towards us. One of the species against us is called the Fallen. We have fallen as well. But have they fallen because of us? I reconstructed what we have built in my mind, I see how we have infected our planet and push back the nature we should share. During our Golden age, were we the bad guys? Were we suppressing everyone else? I questioned my destiny as a Guardian. The Guardian of the last city of humanity! The Guardian that is blessed by the power of our fallen protector, the Traveler. The orb that hangs low and close to our homes, Where it made its last stand, Watching silently for when we need it. Is it observing our behavior? Does it think that we have the potential to change our violent nature? I discovered what type of Guardian I want to be; I want to be an archaeologist, To discover our secret sins. I want to be a peacemaker, To end the fighting. I want to be hope, For a future we can share with nature and all. My friend stared when I lowered my gun. That is when I said it: “I want to change my destiny to making our enemies our friends.” A friend of mine changed and looked at me. He mimicked me lowering the gun. He replied that it was a good dream, But we have to fight to survive. I hope we have the option to change things, But I think we missed our opportunity. We might have a new one. Maybe there’s a way, different from violence, to save our city, To reclaim all that we have lost. I could become legend. But if I try to explore this opportunity, There’s a possibility of an increase in our failure; The last light of civilization will go out! I am the one who questions our destiny, Of being destroyers or peacemakers. I hope we can synthesize nature and technology; That could be the key to our future! [/spoiler] If it does well I might wright a whole book about this!