The Cry

• I whispered to the Beast:
• Begone!
• Drought stood at the ready.
• We swam on sand to flee.
• Roaming dogs could smell
• fear, or was it fight,
• that we had within us

• as we fled into the night.

• In darkness we sat,
• our numbers light.

• Cold, Queen of Ice, with us.

• She spoke:
• “Should it find you,
• scream my name
• and tell it this:
• O Beast! O tortured soul!
• You are free.
• Go as you please
• unto the world
• that bore you.
• I say it
• and it is so.”