Hang Fire

HANG FIRE

Do not move that heavy hand

For there is still sand.

Do not move that heavy feet

For the journey seems too steep.

Do not move that heavy eyes

For the sun works and dries.

The night will soon be darker, the day will die.

If only the man did something, he could be alive.

The panther of the shadows will slither

And bring him to the cave of nether.

Where he curls and draws the time

When he could have made a fire.

He convinced his mind the cave is best,

A place to lie, sleep and rest.

The bats will draw him deeper

Into the dungeon with walls of horror.

Where his feet will catch the roof,

His eyes will bleed tears.

The man hopes to leave one day

But he could never seem to end his stay.

The nest of night turned his eyes no more,

He still sang but his wings never soar.

He wished for light but figured

It’s alright.

by The Feather Pencil Chronicles