Wednesday, 25 February 2015

Vanity

- tired broken torn
a bird flying seeking food for her own
enjoying the sun the cool breeze under her wings
soaring higher dancing to the melody of the wind music
suddenly she lurches violently ungracefully falling
her wing can't flap no more
with horror the ground comes rushing up to her
fragments of bone a streak of blood mangled feathers fall all around her as darkness engulfs her
landing with a soul wrenching thud at the feet of a gleeful excited victorious giant
he kicks her lifeless body and walks away triumphant to look for another foe to conquer
as his feet recede she twitches as nature reaches out her sun-ray arms and caresses her wounds embalming them with dew
as the universe conspires to give her another lease of life
to dance her wind dance and sing her eternal melody...

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