You are woken from your sleep.
Roused by the death-calls of your fellows.
Their cries echo in eternity.
In your lair, deep underground,
Then give one final, heart-rendering cry,
As you think of what could have been...
What should have been...
As you drift into an endless sleep,
Your last act is to weep-
For yourself...for your kind...
And for what will never be.
Copyright by The Supreme Mother (Caz). Not to be reprinted for sale of any sort without permission of the author.