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"
Copyright © Rob Dadley | Year Posted 2016
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