How the River Flows

(From the Writer’s Digest Wednesday Poetry Prompt 362, to capture a scene from a movie or book.)

As Simon falls
the River turns
pushed to the breaking point.
She faces the anger—
the rage-filled beings
that no longer reason.

Blast door close,
sealing her fate in the eyes
of those she was with.
Her movements liquid,
she flows as her name,
a picture of grace
in a sea of madness.

She accepts their offer
of the deadly dance.
Axe and sword
her partners
in the violent ballet.

Gossamer floats.
Blood flies.
war cries,
echo off the walls.

When the doors open,
she stands alone.
Her blades wet and dripping,
their bodies litter the floor.


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