Poetry |
Shattered Mirror by Elf 10 June 02 The ground stretches before me A bleak vista devoid of the colors of life. The terrain dips and curves mindlessly, Making every pathway treacherous to cross While in the distance is refuge. A forest, lush and green, Calls to me. It's a place of hope before the Journey into the mountains Wreathed silver with age. A journey of sadness and hope Taking place where few humans have walked And time has stood still. Pale ash stirs in a restless breeze Before coming to rest on gray rocks Jutting from the torn land. Trees as barren as the circle I stand in Stand sentry over the unmarked graveyard. Relief floods through me, Quickly followed by overwhelming sadness That it came to this. The darkness has receded and The light burns brightly once more... But at what cost? Our humanity? Theirs? The answer sends shivers down my spine And I lean back, weary in body and spirit. You're there, as always, Offering unfailing support to me As I offer unfailing support to you. And into that circle of death Our combined strength brings life. |
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