I reach the glowing chamber, with lungs that heave for breath,
The beast below awakens, and I’m staring at my death.
The glowing chamber sits atop a growling #metal beast,
And with its glowing eyes, it makes my corpse a feast.
Directly there in front of me, a single golden glow,
And within a wall of glass — it seems from long ago —
There hangs a single #feather, perfect in outline,
Suspended in the glass, a sure and perfect sign.
I start forward sure in step: I understand the way!
The light flickers to a halt, all becoming black decay.
I stand confused and blinking as around me #darkness reigns,
But hope is swelling in my heart, for there a #light remains.
“This way!” he calls, and disappears into the shade;
I raise myself from crumbling brick, admittedly dismayed.
But as I take a falt’ring step, there came to be a light;
It lit the path before me, in ghostly lines of white.
Then from the light a cooing cry, resonant and sweet,
The First Among the #Pigeons, wings pounding a heartbeat,
Floating down from the gap through which roughly I had slipped.
He flies through the darkness encircling the crypt.
@minouette Many #pigeons roost together there,
and not an single box is bare;
the last to come, indecisive in the air,
must decide which box it is he'll share.
Holding close the golden #key, I say a final prayer;
Then trip, fall, and go sailing through the air.
All is dark and all is black, the air is thick with dust
The only light a little hole, out of reach or trust.
@warn_dru Do you ever wonder why they gather there,
sitting sentinel, so tense, all aware?
What is it they are watching for,
what omen that we only can ignore?
The #metal monster comes at me, standing as if dumb,
Its front is blinding light, its heart a pounding drum.
I feel the fiery breath, and then begin to run,
It chases me down empty streets, I’m sure that I am done.
I slowly stand, the #pigeons storming ‘round,
A swirling thunder grey with noise, flapping wings resound.
I clutch the #key tight in hand as pigeons rise to sky
Then all are gone, and I am left alone, awry.
@PlaviGmaz He tell you a secret of great weight:
There is a journey long and hard
down darkened street and boulevard,
To save the #pigeons from their fate.
“To you, Oh Last of Man, I give this metal flower,
It is an ancient thing, a symbol of old power.”
He tosses with his beak, high into #feathered air,
For me to catch with startled hand and softly whispered prayer.
The other birds dance too, cavorting to and fro,
They coo and cry and peck, and worry my shadow;
The leader bird, frantic pecking in a crack I did not see,
Pulls forth, triumphant, a glittering-golden #key.