Mystical Remains
Legs and purse leather, amidst purple heather
The pedals purred softly, no longer tethered
The age-splattered concrete, grim and grey,
Roamed in despair through the dead, gloomy day
Solitude sullied the silent escape
As she waddled and wandered through the landscape,
Bloodied by brambles, nettles and bees,
Scraped on her elbows, scraped on her knees
Sun in the distant, a hovering haze,
She rode down the wall, for what seemed like days,
But then she saw it, a distant bright sliver,
It seemed to be whispering, “my dear, do come hither”
Faster now, her feet in a flurry,
Peddling quickened, now a reason to hurry,
Gasping and panting, but the light it grew brighter,
Until she approached, her chest now grew tighter
The object now lay before startled eyes,
Its crescent-like shape a fallen moon from the skies,
She jumped off the bike and ran to the place,
Before stumbling and falling flat on her face
In worship now, in reverent disarray,
She knelt on her knees, and there she did pray
To the fallen god, the sliver of sky
that fell to the earth, yet would not die