Colleen’s weekly poetry challenge #49 #Haibun, Soar and wait

Overhead she waits

soaring on her silent wings

while below life fades

I was once the King of the mountain. My voice echoed down the glens and valleys. My brides eagerly awaited my caresses. Now I am alone, a usurper has taken my throne. My strength flows to the ground in a crimson stream. I am weak and all I wish to do is rest. Yet I  cannot, I am old and tired. Betrayed by my own four, once sure, feet. The voice of a new champion rings out, incessant, challenging, mocking. It will soon be time.

A meal is waiting

this story can only end

in a lonely death

































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