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.