roar #12

The Forever Friend
by Artur Hawkwing

On my own, but mostly the savannah,

Where the tumbleweeds

fade away and die,

Before the glassy sun

burns a summer of crystals,

The glistering waters of the high seas

Of which was so far a place

as of where vultures roam.

I looked around

but you weren't anywhere...

You used to say that you would never die,

But I took the wrong meaning into my heart.

Now the sea is wild with despair,

Deep blue like a prairie of flowers blue,

Where all children of God rest in eternal peace.

I saw you at the end,

You and I, brother and sister of nature,

Brother and sister of heaven and earth,

Your usually calm and heavenly eyes full of tears,

Bitterly falling one after one into a river,

Then the river of life turned red in blood.

My eyes watched in horror.

Slowly and deadly

your heart became poisoned,

You disappeared

without saying good-bye,

Not a word came

out of your mouth.

You became like

desolation in its grave.

When once the

skies were a realm of stars

And the sun shone brightly in summer skies,

You were there to share the calmness;

But now I stand here in midst of the tall grass

And only the savannah remains.