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