Wind-Up
Gears, they clink
as the little man's Key
twists. A fire alights
upon his little being.
Laughter, delighted, gleeful,
echoes as this little man stumbles
foot over foot
along his little path.
A chattering walk
shatters newfound silence
as glee cries.
The End nears
this little man's chattering walk.
Sapphire canvas and ivory blemishes
sit beyond the End.
Seductive sylph's sway to and fro
from Beyond.
He approaches!
Flickers invade his fire.
Tremors attack his chatters.
A single more step--!
And now he sits Beyond.
Falling.
Wind, whistling
as it rips.
Birds, mocking their hateful
squawks.
Ground, looming, inescapable,
and lifeless.
Crack!
as it lands,
falling into place.
Now, simply to sleep
as the Key waits to be turned.