Clothed in only hope,
we cast our eyes to the beacons,
until they shone, bright as our longing...
but in the wrong sequence.
“So what do we do now?”
we asked the one we call The Eye.
She looked to the screaming sky, and said:
“Now we die.”
29 April 2019
For April 2019 Premier 11 Contest / Brian Strand
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