By marlonbrando451 Golden Dragon
In his flight to the light
He heard the coarse voice says
“30 will stay the race will be lost!”
He plunged deep into the dark hole
Floating in the mid-air
He struggled to get free
The falling seemed so deep down
He couldn't know what was there
The village woodcutter screamed
Into the dark hollow nobody heard
On his soft bed he woke up struggling
“No 30 we will be free!”
The morning early rays bathed through
He got up what a weird dream.......
He opened the windows to his garden
Outside the black dogs snarling at him
The story of the dark elements
He saw it in his days...........
He brushed his hair staring in the mirror
He put on his clothes topped it with his hat
Outside the house the soft windy touches
The morning dew smell he felt alive again
He walked with a light floating spree
“Ah this is life to be free!”
The black dogs hid behind the coconut trees
Along the yellow road away from the woodcutter
The black dogs didn't want to challenge him
With the knowledge he would chase
The children waved at him
Trooping on bicycles going to school
Ringing its bells laughing with the breezes
Of friends together riding the road
The woodcutter stopped at the village graveyard
In the early morning sun blue sky and care free
The shards of grass cutting his trouser
And the “love me not” bit on its cotton pant
He prayed for the departed souls
The family plots he came so often
Memories of those he knew.......
Now only the echoes of a dream
In his mind he could heart
The voices of his lost children
They broke his heart when they were gone
So young full of lives ahead of them
Dropping tears wiping it away
The village woodcutter went on his way
Passing through a bridge and streams
He finally reached the place once he knew
A long time he didn't come
The place where he found his future bride
Now he assumed dead disappeared from his eyes
Ashes to ashes gone off with the wind
He stood at the spot he found
Ears popped up high gear to listen
He closed his eyes alone in the woods
Of the years when he was young.....
He listened hard in the solitude
The wind rustling through leaves
The singing in the deep woods
His mind floated into unison
He saw the face he knew
Smiling to him reaching out her arms
“It's been so long darling
I am here waiting for you”
He tried to push it away
It couldn't be happening
He saw she was gone
In ashes floating up in the air
Then he saw her face
Crying softly asking him to come
“You can't forget me
I have to take you away”
The village woodcutter understood
He had lived alone for decades
Now he knew he would be home
Smiling he knelt slowly he gave up his soul
The roar in the wind
Hitting hard on the naked branches
Shaking the leaves falling some on the ground
The village woodcutter struggled finally lost
When night fell on the village
The people looked for him
Nobody knew where he gone
The elders came to help
In his house he kept it neat and tidy
Everything was in place as he used to display
Some women said they saw him going into the woods
We should go find him there quickly
The youths came organized in groups
They went looking for the woodcutter
Divided into 3 groups of 6 people
Bringing torch lights and axes and long spears
The 18 young guys
In the deep woods studying the clues
The night suddenly turned bright
In the far distance a bonfire
The young guys went quickly
The torch lights waving in circles
The group converged to the bonfire
The stood back when they saw him
The village woodcutter smile
“You guys wasted your time
I am at peace now in this world
I am home in this wood”
“We thought you were missing
So we came to help you go back”
“I will be gone soon
My time had come I took it”
The youths looked at each other
They couldn't understand his meaning
“My wife came to me in the woods
So I am going home with her soon”
The youths stood there wide eyes
As the village woodcutter changed and disappeared
“Goodbye young guys
Believe in your faith!”
The youths gone back
They couldn't believe what they saw
A big dragon flying away to the silent sky
And disappeared into the stars lit night
He heard the coarse voice says
“30 will stay the race will be lost!”
He plunged deep into the dark hole
Floating in the mid-air
He struggled to get free
The falling seemed so deep down
He couldn't know what was there
The village woodcutter screamed
Into the dark hollow nobody heard
On his soft bed he woke up struggling
“No 30 we will be free!”
The morning early rays bathed through
He got up what a weird dream.......
He opened the windows to his garden
Outside the black dogs snarling at him
The story of the dark elements
He saw it in his days...........
He brushed his hair staring in the mirror
He put on his clothes topped it with his hat
Outside the house the soft windy touches
The morning dew smell he felt alive again
He walked with a light floating spree
“Ah this is life to be free!”
The black dogs hid behind the coconut trees
Along the yellow road away from the woodcutter
The black dogs didn't want to challenge him
With the knowledge he would chase
The children waved at him
Trooping on bicycles going to school
Ringing its bells laughing with the breezes
Of friends together riding the road
The woodcutter stopped at the village graveyard
In the early morning sun blue sky and care free
The shards of grass cutting his trouser
And the “love me not” bit on its cotton pant
He prayed for the departed souls
The family plots he came so often
Memories of those he knew.......
Now only the echoes of a dream
In his mind he could heart
The voices of his lost children
They broke his heart when they were gone
So young full of lives ahead of them
Dropping tears wiping it away
The village woodcutter went on his way
Passing through a bridge and streams
He finally reached the place once he knew
A long time he didn't come
The place where he found his future bride
Now he assumed dead disappeared from his eyes
Ashes to ashes gone off with the wind
He stood at the spot he found
Ears popped up high gear to listen
He closed his eyes alone in the woods
Of the years when he was young.....
He listened hard in the solitude
The wind rustling through leaves
The singing in the deep woods
His mind floated into unison
He saw the face he knew
Smiling to him reaching out her arms
“It's been so long darling
I am here waiting for you”
He tried to push it away
It couldn't be happening
He saw she was gone
In ashes floating up in the air
Then he saw her face
Crying softly asking him to come
“You can't forget me
I have to take you away”
The village woodcutter understood
He had lived alone for decades
Now he knew he would be home
Smiling he knelt slowly he gave up his soul
The roar in the wind
Hitting hard on the naked branches
Shaking the leaves falling some on the ground
The village woodcutter struggled finally lost
When night fell on the village
The people looked for him
Nobody knew where he gone
The elders came to help
In his house he kept it neat and tidy
Everything was in place as he used to display
Some women said they saw him going into the woods
We should go find him there quickly
The youths came organized in groups
They went looking for the woodcutter
Divided into 3 groups of 6 people
Bringing torch lights and axes and long spears
The 18 young guys
In the deep woods studying the clues
The night suddenly turned bright
In the far distance a bonfire
The young guys went quickly
The torch lights waving in circles
The group converged to the bonfire
The stood back when they saw him
The village woodcutter smile
“You guys wasted your time
I am at peace now in this world
I am home in this wood”
“We thought you were missing
So we came to help you go back”
“I will be gone soon
My time had come I took it”
The youths looked at each other
They couldn't understand his meaning
“My wife came to me in the woods
So I am going home with her soon”
The youths stood there wide eyes
As the village woodcutter changed and disappeared
“Goodbye young guys
Believe in your faith!”
The youths gone back
They couldn't believe what they saw
A big dragon flying away to the silent sky
And disappeared into the stars lit night
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