Tentatively he moved forward,
Holding his head high, he bowed to the creator.
In that deep moment, a stillness washed over him,
he was no longer calm.
His focus had changed, and he sought to reap what he had sowed
He called to the four winds to carry him to the eternal place,
There he would seek succour and bow his head once.
The red leaves wilted in the heat, as he walked along the moon,
taking deep breaths, he touched the azure blue and recoiled instantly.
From his fingers a great light, in the darkness.
Teutonic he stretched to the heavens and swam in her glory.
Taking sunlight from the sea and basking in heat,
the joy of a moment so profound.
The air around him was humid, beads of sweat formed on his brow
He bent down finding a cricket in the heath.
Splendor was woven in his eyes.
Golden starlight framing his stature,
He called out to the four winds to carry him again to the eternal place.
Twilight facades, beckoned him onwards,
Laborious love sparkling for his favor, he touched the ice and crept silently forward,
tongues licking at his heels,
Arrows gripping his Achilles as the mountain formed above him.
Troubled by the solemn ponderances , he moved cautiously as the snake moved with him,
Warm and comforting she coiled around him.
Green eyes wandering, he slit her gluttonous throat and scattered her ashes to the winds.
Blue twinkling was reflected in the steely glass that covered his magnificent body,
Outstretching his feathers,
He called to the four winds to carry him to the eternal place.
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