Deceptive Save

The mossy green lump juts invitingly An overhanging face of vertical formation Moist rocks often kissed by hovering clouds The steep trek is overwhelmingly dangerous Fearlessly she set out for the daunting climb A pull that attracts goal-driven people like her Precariously hanging on its edge is the spur The most sought after accolade of excellence Ascending, she saw the ruthless scramble The zealously ambitious trampling the weak The ravenously cold-hearted crushing the strong The wickedly nefarious slaking their thirst for blood She saw it all, unscathed, undeterred by the milieus She even fought to save the others, take them with her That slowed her down, pulling everyone she can Saving their necks from the gallows awaiting below Quenching their thirst with the water she should drink Feeding their hunger from her lone piece of bread Treating their wounds despite her bleeding hands Genuinely exultant that they all reached the summit In the stillness at the zenith, the view is dazzling The whispering wind, willing the tired body to sleep Yet the cape must be worn, the ruler must be crowned The frantic scuttle resumed as all dived for the goal At the cliff’s edge, from the wet grass she slipped Catching a protruding rock in time before the smash Gripped by intense fear, not of losing but of dying Beneath awaits the jagged valley of certain death Looking up from the haze, she saw familiar faces Gazing down at her; the then grateful, now unfeeling Conspiring to ruin a rival just to reach their dream The thankless lot twice deceitful than the enemy Offering to reach seemingly to pull her from safety Only to let go, fearful to equally perish from her grasp Turning their pull into shove and into a mocking push As she hangs for dear life, she realized her worth She deserve to be alive more than these people She should preserve herself for her own good She now understands the world of the brutes As gravity pulls, she falls, but she floats…