It was unwilling to devour.
It stared up to the heavens.
And awaited for the hour.
At length, the thing lept from the window
And climbed to freedom down the tower.
And already ... as it fled the terror
Of the day and of the bower,
It grew strong with the hope of things to come
And the adventure gave it power.
Concrete caves and foggy fields
And giant snakes that would not yield.
Walls to scale and rivers to cross
The night was filled with a wondrous coss.
But when the night was finally still;
And when the silence screamed too shrill;
And when the mystery had become ill;
The eidolon looked back upon the castle on the hill.
Then looked down upon a flower
That slowly revealed itself to dawning's hour.
How different they are in what they scour.
And upon this revelation - like a coward -
Returned at will to the terrors of the day and of the bower.
Through concrete caves and foggy fields
And giant snakes that would not yield;
Scaling walls at night's last hour
Back to a reality it was unwilling to devour.
(c) T. Ryan Caguiat
