Capitulating to the simple truth;
Tore down the ragged flags of dreams,
Stopped following their pursuit.
I dreamt that destiny,
Is bestowed on just a few;
That it can be a heavy burden,
But still defy death, if it’s true.
I watched the willows burn,
As the land was cleared by man;
Compared to me, they showed great courage,
Not one was weeping, as it fell.
© Fingleton (Mai 2016) (Löst Viking)