Wednesday, November 17, 2010

Death of Glory

The storm rages as lightning sears the skies
The energy is electrifying and intense
The core calls, the eye beckons
Battling the winds and rains
I emerge within the maelstrom
The impossibly dense clouds surround my form
Above he flies, Far he falls
Shock reverberates through my body
His head twists towards me
The pain in his eyes drowns my soul
His tattered wings are no more than mist
The massive claws hang limp from his powerful chest
My tears are warm compared to the cold rain streaking my face
I reach for him and stop as his eyes dim
With one last triumphant roar, he thrusts his mind into mine
And I fall, sinking, floating, nothing makes sense
I'm cold yet my mind is on fire
His immense spirit fills me like no other
In the eye of the storm, we have become one
My tears fall no more.

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