The Wildebeast
BANG!
a figure cloaked in golden red
swayed to the silence.
The swaying turned into dance,
a twirling rhythm of golden red.
This golden red movement grew.
Mesmorised, the figure danced.
Whirling in and out of view,
a shaped existence against the white.
the golden red cloak streaked long,
against the white.
Whipping back and forth
The dance grew
Sparks flashing light
the figure twirled on in silence
Attune with colour,
whirling against the white.
Violent and tranquil
The silence persisted
Seeping into consciousness
The wildebeest awoke.
Painfully white. Sparked awareness
the figure cloaked in golden red
Stopped his dance.
The wildebeast bellowed.
Urgently, the beast struggled
Trapped.
Overwhelmed against the white,
blood leaked out.
The bullet wound was just too deep.
(Source: thewildebeast)