They’re always at the bottom,

Hungry, angry, waiting for something to snap at.

Raven bards and silent sobbing warriors.

Struck by thunder the sound of a bear screaming.

Wanting to pull out the shield while weighing every action infinite times before making a move.

Hours later.

When the warriors cry and the mage is force fed her poison will the static finally pull the scales in our favour or will this trapped prison crumble as time seeps in.

Chained to the defense like a Hawk.

He says it’s easier to run, but scouting out the world.

Travelling and facing it all.

Not alone.

The dark creatures and the angry giant, creeping up as the way behind becomes a quick slide.

Will the judgement be true now or later?

Worries far bigger than what should be.

It’s far to complex but on top

Is a wish held in the hand of the dreamer who stares silently into space and time,

Counting the ways to hide and the ways to continue in silence.

On my right is a tiger.

On my left is a silent wing.

I’m carrying far to much to be even.

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