Friday 23 November 2012

Place of No Return

A tethered lion.
A road down-hill.
A crumbling shack.
It begins.

Under the canopy,
Darkness chases her.
She runs.
She runs beyond redemption.
She runs to where there is no return.

They gather.
They follow.
She knows not what she runs from.
Misery envelopes her.
Hidden.
Alone.

The lion roars.
Still. Quietened.
None like it before. 
None since, has she seen.

White gold.
Beautiful.
Terrified.
Terrifying.

She sits, broken.
She will not cry.
She rises.
She will not cry.

As she walks away,
She looks back to see the depth.
Those eyes watch her disappear.
Alone.
Unafraid.

Yet, she will never find.
Yet, she cannot but search.
Misery and Peace quarrel
Enveloped is she.

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