The Arrow

March 20, 2014 § Leave a comment

The arrow
darted through the night sky
snatching whispers
out of story books.
Only to fall upon
barren lands
once poisoned by the sea.
The moon
had personally requested
a shadowless space
for mirroring thought,
but the currents of time
brought with it
dust,
yellowing sand,
reddening mud.
And the sallow wind that failed the arrow
blew
into the minds of many,
into the nostril of a dragon
as it raised its belly off the aching earth
and pounced
onto the face of a new day.

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