#wrestles
Warfighter, late in years, finally vanquished.
Arm drop, sword clang, grateful to be finished.
Breached fortress,
Gate ajar, the opaque clears.
He raises his hands up to the sky,
Cries,
Turned heart.
‘Why only now did you intervene?’
He implores.
‘Can’t you see that it was me you were fighting all along?’
Says The River unseen.
Nov 21, 2019
Nov 21, 2019 at 5:18 AM UTC