Sylvana
took her leave early that evening
as
a blushing sun flooded the earth with rust,
and
the frayed shadows of unattained desires
shifted
about in the unsettled dust.
they
bade their farewells amidst sighing thrushes
in
the drift of cooing doves, plaintive and hushed.
yet
somehow Sludge White simply failed to fathom
why
her heartbeat fluttered and her cheeks felt flushed.
faint
stars made their flickering appearance
while
a parcel of ponies scampered in a field.
for
the very first time in their hemmed in lives
they
weren't reined, restrained, or required to yield.
eternal
yearning revolved in the sky
as
the planets revelled in their ponderous dance.
unleashing kindred overridden wishes,
the
ponies frolicked in a freewheeling prance.
the
stellar procession was elsewhere observed
with
the red-rimmed eyes of a crestfallen king,
the
reign of His Grace disgraced and encumbered
by
a withered conscience and a tarnished ring.
the
misery that His Majesty meted
nearly
disabled the subjects of his realm.
but
alas! they'd likely have fared no better
if
another elite was conning the helm.
in
the days since his daughter's disappearance
he'd
held his disquieting notions at bay,
slantedly
glancing through his latticed windows
raptly
surveying the swirling birds of prey.
but
when night descended his hard heart darkened
and
he hearkened to the summons of his youth,
to
the time his indifference hadn't seasoned
and
his reason still sought resonance in truth.
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- Evan Hawthorn, the 17th
of April, 2016
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