He looked around him as his eyesight cleared. His body and soul were drained of any ability to feel. This was the last time he would use, he’d promised his family. As he surveyed the wreckage of the room he had […]
“Roll ‘em out”
Cried the swarthy rustler,
windswept, dusty; cracked leather and sweat,
A bronze orb dips behind a blood-red canyon,
The congregation shivers,
Hide it away!
Quick, before it slyly dribbles through your fingers,
Oozing towards an inevitable void.
Or show it,
Show it to the world!
Irridescent, shimmering sight,
A burst of light,
A dance across the field of ice,
My eye is yours, not once, but thrice.