DECISIONS: THE END DEAD

A long wooden arrow in my heart
The blood gushes raven dark
My journey takes me to the start
To a lengthy wooden park
 
The morning fog calls to the crows
Cackling toward the sun’s rainbows
A sudden dream unfolds
Like a coupe staff a warrior holds
 
His prison is his obscure thought
Cast into darkness he’s all alone
One day he’ll see all he’s got
And they’ll decorate his path home
 
These times are like swans in a pond
Graceful strokes from a painter’s wand
They’ll gawk, yet gesture how fond
Like salmon in a river rotting and spawned
 
Hear the cry of a butterfly
Screeching into metamorphosis
A caterpillar’s vie with a wink of his eye
Creates a brand new surface
 
The one with the long wooden bow
Was neither friend or foe
Just a vision to show
How slow a blink can go
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