The Immortal Perish

The spirited soul draws a deep breath

Much of what was has since died,

A remnant of a time past,

       the decaying day

Yet still he remains.

The warm air kisses his face
        the eternal scent of rain lingers in the air
        promises un-kept to the scorched earth on which he’s perched.

Distant battles still echo in his ears

His watchful eyes staring longingly into the horizon’s abyss

His heart still beats,

        his concealed battle-drum

His day will come,

        the ground will shake,

        his battle-cry will rip through the foundations of the earth…

… but until then…

        … the fire, the fire rages with each breath.