A Golden Fleece
Night,
kingdom of the youth,
perfect opportunity for
the rise of Confucius,
soulful exchanges,
brain children sprung from the ashes.
Lounge in chair,
elbow on desk,
head in hand,
focus your concentration
towards the words that
changed
your
life.
She was a butterfly,
flighty and sweet,
flies with the wings of an angel.
Delicate curl,
wistful smile,
heart already given to goodness.
Day after day,
night after night,
the life force flew through
her,
she braved the elements,
defiant in her continuation.
What a sight to behold,
her shadowy figure emerging from the rubble,
tucking a wisp of hair behind ear,
brush off and
push forward.
Time passed,
so did the goodness from the land.
Dark slowly closed in,
a defect of time,
of memory,
of the heart.
Treacherous smoke
billowed about,
an insult in her face.
Will she,
did she,
succumb?
Tendrils of poison
snake in
and out,
servant of a power so terrible,
ancient roots rising
and crumbling,
ever present.
A lurking mist advances menacingly,
the chipmunks fled
before It.
Reveal,
through the fog...
Our glassy eyed heroine
trudges slowly,
is the last hope
gone?
Gleam,
in her eyes.
Speechless,
breathless,
no movement required.
The silence is enough.
You heard it,
contemplate it.
Thoughts before action,
speak before you disappear,
in the wormhole.
The tell-tale sign?
Nothing,
devoid.
Save a faint gleam in your eye...
That one was for you, dear :D
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