Fallen among the stars
The light comes and I
Raise myself to it in welcome
A supplicant
My voice no longer my own.
I hear the howls of the Things-That-Are
Their maws snap and lunge
Vicious in anticipation
Looming near.
He steps forward, weapon drawn
I hold out my hand to him
To them
And they fall
From my whisper “Not now.”
I kneel beside his body prone
Lifeless eyes
A fallen sword
Among silent beasts
I stand.
I have come to claim
My own
My self
Triumphant
Warriors
We are won.
LH Moore's stories, poetry and essays have appeared in numerous anthologies and publications such as FIYAH and Fireside. A historian who loves playing video games and classical guitar, you can find her online at lhmoorecreative.com or on Twitter @ElleHM.
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