August 30, 2011

The Final Cry

One single star reflecting upon the coal black water
Looking down upon a hand transformed
For one second it disturbs the silent reflection
Of long flowing black hair covering barren shoulders
Dark eyes stare back at the falling tears she's shed
A raven shrieks in the distance
Sight blocked by a prison of towering tree trunks
Leaves crunch underfoot, and a twig breaks within arms length
She can hear them circling around her
Closing in, their torches burn
The skin can feel warm displacement of heat
A breath upon her cheek
One dark droplet falls
Breaking the mirrored surface
Ripples cascade across the sky
Only they can hear the final whimper
Escape the lips
As she is finally freed
From the beast within

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