the city slumbers, while the giant, along, lumbers,
taking respite, when, in times of trouble,
the mechanical birds, circle in the air,
speeding more than is, a trifle,
fair

spreading wings of love onto the land, protecting the visage
of the wear and tear, it is the darkness
prepared,
and
the light
responding
if they dare…

battle imminent, patrons vigilant, while across the land,
warriors gather, battle plans scrawled,
even as some
drawl
and
make
the last call

needed, as love and light prepare, some scared, others
ready for the nights, and the heights
of desperation
bared
to

each soul everywhere, they take formation, gathering under
the wings of justice, let ourselves stay present to
the life-affirming
sustenance

of the land, and within it, the love of our hearts,
together, sheltered, as
we whisper, this,
our final
prayer…

In response to the WDYS #112 prompt from Keep it Alive, by Sadje.

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Image credit; Kellepics @ Pixabay

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