WD 58 “End of a Journey”

A poem inspired by the Muse of Cold Earth.

End of a Journey

Eight fifty five.

I awake

A pleasure to behold and begin

Bells chiming in the back of my skull, my dwelling

Definition barring down on the rafters and shingles like drops of silver 

And the light is filtering through the silver

We came to this place to win a war

To die in pursuit of

Something to call our own

The hydra had many head, but not as many as we did

So

After beating down our weapons and breaking all the old curses

We’ve found our way home