Journey
Is it an ending or a beginning?
He stands
Covered in friends and strangers, brothers and sisters
He takes a step but they cling to him
He takes another step and they pull him back
In his hand he holds it, drenched in them
Their lives preserved forever in it’s sheen
He raises it to the sky and drives it into the ground
He takes another step but they follow like a shadow
Never truly gone, only hiding
Becoming someone, something else
Leaving it all behind
They remain
They always remain
A reminder of who he was, of what he was
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An old man stands atop a hill
He looks out over his village
Children and grandchildren rushing about
He turns away and begins his trek
Returning to the place he could never escape
Traveling over hills and mountains
Through rivers and glens
A heath scorched
Never returned, a land remained
Trapped in a moment and never returned
But there it stood
Like a monument driven into the ground
He kneeled before it and placed his hands on it’s hilt
There they stood all around him, the shadows took form
“It is only proper,”
And he joins them
And he is embraced
Covered in friends and strangers, brothers and sisters
As they begin their journey for one final time
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