12. The Land of Shadow
They have no wings on their bent backs or water on their dry tongues. The earth wails under their footsteps and the burden they bring, dreaming of lush times long gone. Through its dark sleep of dying, it stings them with bitter thorns.
As the sky drops dusk all over them and day is no longer different from night, the earth prepares them a resting place, not unlike a tomb. It welcomes other sleepers; it has been long deprived of company.
One more crawl, and then they can lie still.
by Lady E
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