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The Pilgrim Strain

Page 27

by Edgar, C. P.


  Under the light of my lamp, I pulled the bottle out and using my knife I worked upon opening it. The wax and cork were set finely and it took some labor, but I was able after a moment to release the closure. Up ending the bottle, the scroll came free dry as a winter bone. It was finely made, wooden with detailed scroll points. Unraveling the parchment, I found a prize that I will always cherish and someday pass on. It read as follows,

  “She walks amongst the fire

  Slowly moving toward her destiny

  A heartbeat closer to the ground below

  A wisp of breath into the cold blue air

  She walks amongst the fire

  Searching, crying, reaching about

  She longs to lift the curtain of life

  Fallen heavy like dead leaves across her path

  No glow of hope seen through the maze

  Nor fear of death from the smoke’s haze

  He set fire to the grounds to smoke her out

  Sending the Phoenix to grab hold her hand

  Its wings whipping the path clear of debris

  Its fearsome cry announcing to the world

  He set fire to the grounds out of love for her

  She walked amongst the fire

  Now she dances in its glow”

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  End

 

 

 


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