SIERRA
when the days grow long
& the hands of time stand still
long enough for you to think
upon yesterday for as long as
eternity - and then the wolves slowly
sneak, on the edge of creeping,
out of the shadows from the
reaches of the forest, they come
to surround you as your mind wanders
unto distant places, you reflect on the
days long gone past, do you feel the
tears that swell around your eyes?
can you feel the call of the moon
goddess cascading down upon your weary
shoulders? and in your deepest, darkest
hour, the wolves springs upon you crashing,
smashing, destroying your circle of
protectivity and at last they reach your sweet
blood that flows within your body.
their fangs and teeth rip and shred your skin.
and when your carcass will be swept aside
by time, your spirit shall rise again to construct
your body like a phoenix, to soar into the
night, towards the east...
the valley of hope.
