Sparrow

Sparrow


Who answers the deep questions in life,
only to find they are the ones to blame?
Deep in the shadows of a corrupt world,
the demon lies in hiding,
waiting,
hunting it's prey.
I am the hunted,
a small sparrow caught in the rage of the winds,
unable to escape the impending doom.
My body is knocked down against the onslaught,
the bones in my body crushing,
breaking within me.
Rain seeps down my feathers,
bringing chills down my spine.
The crack of thunder,
with it's companion lightning,
sets fire upon the oak of my forefathers.
I wait,
as the flames stalk closer to my crippled form,
consuming my body and raising it to the skies.