The dawn seethed at me,
flipped on its own mind,
curled up in a coil of snares,
it then, in a soar,
slithered through the false skies.
Then why I saw its snares,
forsaken a many,
left headless a many,
all over....soon,
where my homeland is.
¿Would I doubt that?
Ol' friend of mine...
¿Of your return to be possible...?
¿To be like that....?
....
As I slithered through,
southward...
A dark horizon,
of riches and mysteries abound.
Abound is your power,
the abyss was speechless,
of where you are.
Across the seas,
in a sail of flight,
the westerly winds,
its gales left mute,
of where you are.
Then again...
The age of its scales,
the ocean waved back at me.
To be lost,
to be bitten,
by its embrace,
the Barren Corridor.
Either way...
The infinity of those mountains
I must face it
I must reach upward,
toward...forward,
the topside and its hunger,
the Topside Hunger.
Just another...
Another hug from you.
Now... Your farewell,
a distant memory,
miles away a many,
away from you...
My little Mayflower...
Papa is gonna be alright
Ancestors... Sentinels
I ...Alone
with the mask of recent past
I.... Alone
Against the its hunger
Its faint breeze,
welcomed by the Barren Corridor,
the frozen bodies upon these cavernous steps,
their shrieks and accepted silence,
its faint breeze,
YOU ARE READING
CORAZÓN AGUIJÓN (Crónicas de los Infra-Reinos) by DeLeon Cortes A.
Fantasy"The tigers of wrath are wiser than the horses of instruction" -William Blake-
