Thursday, January 27, 2011

Orion

Poor Orion is forever
hunting in the cold sky.
He can only watch
the travelers,
those perfectly burning
beauties, crossing
his dark world.

Transfixed,
he points his sword,
but cannot defend.
Does he feel terror
as balls of fire pass
freely through his
open boundaries?

Or surrounded by slow,
mute stars,
does he feel peace
knowing death
is only a light fading?
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