By Samantha Lynch
The ripples of the plains grass danced in breezes of sunlight,
Rich ambrosial earth under their feet.
Darkness in the form of clouds rolled throughout
The heavens above hungry and relentless
Waves of salt and vast ferocity crashed over the plain edge.
The northern storm brewing by the hands of Asuana
By the heart of Foana, but
Without the guiding mind of Nauru.
The heavy weight of swaying cloak over cobalt armor and woolen robes.
An opulent axe held behind me, more than half my size.
A quiet fell over, the world seemed to still around us as
The luminous sun began to dip under the horizon.
A gasp of her breath, an unbelievable sight,
She firmly holds onto my arm, begging please don’t go.
A grimace as sight is set, I am stating that it must be done,
They could not leave one helpless.
Out in the waves, was a figure.
Skipping between crashing waves upright,
Looking as if the lighting of storm was exploding within its form.
Not drowning in her waters, but dancing with death above the icy claws.
My stride turns to a dash turns to a leap from the edge of the plain’s shore,
Steps that meet with Asuana’s waters but does not sink to the bottomless depths,
Racing as the sun is halfway beneath the horizon,
The form screams out,
Nauru give me strength
Foanna give me courage
Asuana let me save this child of yours
Let us live.
A scream from shore resounds through
Like the crackle of thunder in the storming clouds above
The sun dips below the horizon
A flash of green splits the world for a second
I close my arms around the form
My body seizes