Last Desserts
The moonlight rises in majestic tempo,
Piercing streams that flow in from the mismatched crevices,
Illuminating the intricate steel carvings, that now surrounds me.
Each little spire is unique, don’t let them tell you otherwise.
I’ve come to know their touch, their strength, but alas all but weakness.
I thought we close enough to expose our flaws, but I have much to learn.
When I find myself getting close,
And a steel friend is ready to cave way to my will,
The moonlight dissipates, to hide behind a cloud, and all goes black.
I desperately watch my friends flicker out one by one,
Hoping one will find the courage to stay, and hear my plea.
It seems I’ve exposed fragility, and the steel grows ever silent.
The void’s darkness seems eternity,
But it is not the white spectrum’s light that awakens me,
It is the soft radiance of an emerging orange and yellow.
One by one my friends return, with offerings of warmth from their embrace.
As the light shines through, the steel shadows have parted ways, leading homeward.
As I follow the trail across the cleared pen’s floor, I find the gift I have long hoped for.
A sweet delicacy, not easily obtained, a fragrance that climbs the jagged walls,
My friends all say nothing, but deep down I know their creation,
The recipe for my fate, an eloquent display of tiramisu.
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This is a climatic point in my book for one of my characters, the trials and journey have taken their toll...
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