The Fallen

With one last screech the Eagle soared through the sky

This winged beast, flew overhead, blocking the sun

The world seemed to slip right from underneath his feet

Why the pain, there was no pain

Just the instant impact of it all.

 

He was falling

 

And as he began to fall, he began to swim

It all clung to his body, unwilling to let him go

It slithered from his throat, choking him when he needed air most

 

Then there was a buzz, a slight thundering

The thunder became louder and faster paced

 

Running

But from who?

 

His sight became eschewed, he reached for someone,

 

Anyone.

 

His hand glistening bright red in the sunlight

 

Don't go

 

They kept running from him, but why?

Lifting his head from the ground he was instantly knocked back down

Gritting his teeth together to keep himself from screaming

 

He didn't want them to see himself as a monster

That's not who he was.

 

He was their friend

 

Out of the midst of everything there was one person who did not run from him

Rather she stayed; her brown hair flowed past her shoulders, her blue eyes piercing his own.

There was a soft glow that radiated off her,

It calmed him,

 

Tremendously

 

He stopped fighting everything, he let his body rest against the ground, he continued to let himself swim in his life

 

She slowly made her way towards him.

She stands before him, the sun shining bright behind her

He seems to lift off the ground and move towards

 

With her

 

Though there was no wind that day, the flag, who clung proudly to the top of the flag pole

 

Waved

 

With the last breath he took.

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