Original Poetry Fan Fiction ❯ Palm Tree ❯ Palm Tree ( One-Shot )
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Palm Tree
He towered above me, a lithe dancer of sands
Whose rigid hips would sway to the
Gentle beckoning of the breeze,
Rocking to a music I couldn't hear.
And opening my eyes, I stared up at the sky.
A dizzying planetarium, bleeding fire
That slowly melted into the coming darkness.
The night wind hissed through his hair, as
Green tattered wings shifted comfortably
Above my prone body. Arcing green fingers
Reaching to stroke the sky. A bowing servant,
a protector from the day-mares of dreaming.
But it ended as he's crucified by the fading rays of light.
His skin darkened to a silhouette of rigidity.
Yet still trembling, still shaking in the wind,
Still silently immobile, he guarded his charge.