Silver Blood

Fri, 04/03/2020 - 21:19 -- BCarter

The creature walked along silently

Hooves barely gracing the ground

As it swung its mane slightly

And twirled is tail absently

The creature shimmering 

The coat strange and dark

Yet glistening and moonlight

As it paced on by me

And all I could do was watch

As it was hit by a sharp arrow

And the creature reared

As the poor dear screamed

As the arrow found its mark

And dug in hungrily and deep

It swung its gaze with fire and pain

As its spiral horn glowed like lightening

And I grimaced as I was blinded

Then it was darkness and silence

And then it ran on by me

Throwing its head in fresh pain

As it called out once more in agony

As I watched silver stream on down

As its blood pounded along harshly

And it bleed glistening power freely

It was such a pity to see it harmed

But what was I to do when it was me

When I swung my head carelessly 

And died with naive shock and fear

The poor creature might just end like me

I hope and wish that it does not

That the arrow missed the mark

That it will grow old and not cold

That it will heal once the shaft breaks

That someone will heal the poor dear

Like no one healed poor me

I wish that it will be saved

I hope so much it won't be slain

Maybe if I hope enough someone will come

But for now all I can do is stare and watch

As silver streaks on down and breath goes shallow

I do hope someone will come soon and help them

For there is nothing I can ever hope to do

For I have already bleed my silver

And I was bleed dry a long while ago

So run poor creature and flee

Hopefully you will see and learn

Unlike poor and cold me

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