The Story Ends

They surround my weak walls, closing in for the kill.
Tensely waiting, cruelly smiling, ready to strike me down.
And so it ends.
I lived in a cloudy dream of my own splendor, blinded by scintillating visions of glory.
I did not see them coming.
And now they have come.

Desperation fuels me, honor has fled my heart.
I fling myself at their feet, realizing how diminutive I really am...perhaps they will not notice?
They take no pity, they strike the final blow.
I am no more.

my image

~ K A T H R Y N

1 comment:

  1. Wow this was really really good, Eowyn!!
    Fantastic job.


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