Annunciation of olden scrolls
Deep, sacred weapons of stone
Fire wells, wielding axe, the blunt unknown
Oxygen breath and spaces thrown

I pry, I whisper, I circle, I wait
This time I steal, this time I take
Never back down, never abate
Con your fate

She does not hear my wagons circle
An unknown entity
Like a curious purple
Distance marked, continue the circle

I’ll send firefly’s to mark my arrival
I’ll stand tall in the face of my greatest rival
I will conquer my foe, the dragon within
Manifest back to where it all began

Yakka 5/5/15

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