False Glory
With golden hair
Flowing on the wind
She rode onward
Down the path
To greatness
Never once stopping
To notice the world
Around her
And with
The greatest
Sorrow known to man
She took the steed further than ever before
To the greatest lengths of adventure
Far into an alcove of danger
To prove to herself that she was in fact
Alive.
…Arriving on the scene she stopped…
Long darkness, darkening blackness, blackened fog, dense shadow, impaired vision.
She lost motive and will.
Unable to continue on.
Wandering here and there… disturbed and confused.
She knew not how she got here.
Or why.
The blow came swiftly-
As fast as lightning-
She dropped to the floor.
Dead.
Never finding what she sought after.
Never knowing why she existed.
Life left, and she cried not a tear.
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