Last fable



Between a sigh and a deep breath
I watch a tick of time pass by, 
Like whispers of a fable from my birth
A story retold till my last breath.

Of age and agony crawling my veins, 
Wasted dreams dancing by my eyes, 
In sick days and in my rusty heart
A flickering flame of life is held tight. 

I wonder what for and what more

Is this one last fight worth before, 
Wind and water, land and sky
In one final gesture fall apart.

In the hide of a passing breeze

My brethren, I let my life slip away, 
In one passing tick of time
My story fades away.

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