Last Duty
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the mist ...
was thick and blue
like some demon brume let
loose from the
bowels of death, itself
it swept along the edge of
the darkened forest
licking the evergreens with
its cyanotic tongue
and making them whisper
their unholy language
“come … swim our deep”, they breathed
“join with us” …
but I held
I knew this land -
knew the spells that ocean of
trees could cast
and knew well the safety of this
highland meadow
so I waited …
searching the wood edge with my eyes
it was my charge to do so
for that shadowy realm, distant
was Merlin’s dominion
and only ONE soul was allowed to pierce
it’s black heart, unharmed -
Arthur …
my brother … my king
whose sword I could now see
glinting in the darkness
heading my way
and shimmering with the
promise …
of home.
Copyright © Gregory Richard Barden, January 4, 2023
Copyright © Gregory Richard Barden | Year Posted 2023
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