The glinting shadow winked at the brazen pearly gate,
a flippant reply to a not-so-friendly jest.
“Are you kidding me, I was BORN to be free!
I have yet to complete my fate!”
The doors creaked open
with a heavy-laden groan
That speaks of old wood
And deep-rooted men
A bright ray shone through the cracks of the door
Blinding and fierce, a force of its own
It is so sure and so certain
Like a lighthouse, or a siren
The glinting shadow winked once more
and kept both eyes shut for good,
squeezing them shut with the vigor of a child.
It fluttered like a sheet in the wind
whipping to and fro-
The glinting shadow turned its back
To breathe the frigid air
It plunged back into the atmosphere
To return unto its lair
A shallow breathe escapes from a sick man’s lips
There is a rattle in his chest
I do believe he’s found his way
To those who love him best
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