Fleeting Enemies Through Forever.

Hands strike as knives in the dark

Swinging sharply with dull edges

Whistling through this crystallized air

Of the chilled winter fog.

Pine needles wafer into my unguarded nose

Crunches under our fleeting feet.

The taste of gushing, rich, warm

Blood from my bitten tongue.

I fall, tripped from a large pine root.

Scrapes on my knee sting,

And a snap comes to my ears

As though a whip cracked,

My ribs splintered unforgiving.

Looking back, pain ripping me in half,

Soyer stalks up to me, the look in her eyes

I saw so long ago the Senor Citizen’s Home.

But we’ve never been in

A place for care of the old.

Although my teams strength was great,

We could not match that of those Soyers;

Even when the Falcons were on our side.

It was jank that we were a target,

Even more redunkulous that,

The falcons were defeated.

Even though Falcons are strong,

Thus the slurred T’s brought them defeat.

You get what you get and you don’t throw a fit!

Is what kept us strong from greed and envy?

The dirty fingers of streaming viruses.

And still we wade about as

Death over golden meadows.

There I fell, turning over leaves as a bug.

There Frank lay on the damp

Ground scrounging for life.

Now I saw a light shining from a place

Unknown. There I saw the past and the present,

But not the future, it was blocked and black.

Lungs and ribs regurgitation blood, and

Everywhere guided me closer to escape, but

All paths led my soul to its doom.

Fide vivere, mori honeste.

The trees lurch over us,

Shedding leaves as tears, making way for

Death to take me away.

As Soyer leans she reaches,

And chilled air swirls around us,

For Death is on his way.