The Last Breath

It skips along carefree But where is its comrades? The golden guard watches down Like a burning tyrant. Hurried along toward the abyss it descends into wooden warriors. Familiar faces, now feared faces For they stand incensed that their cover is blown. Free from the chains It gathers pace towards the lowering light. Crisp and golden, it's skin crumples under the heat It begs for more time and the elements to show mercy. The breeze laughs. The sky cries. Hail bombards. The wolf of the sky howls and prowls. Lonely and forlorn, it enters into a place of wonder, A place of hope. The rumbling rages but it lies in peace, Under the warmth of the unknown Silence consumes it. The lion above is defeated by the dark lord. The breeze bites. The rain trickles. The haze flutters. The whispers of the wind echo "Until we meet again"