The Awakening

Far off from beyond the horizon

It rises.

Crumpled feathers shaken into place.

Ancient, ancient, dormant eyes open

And gaze upon what is.


It is time, it hears.

Whitish blue, dancing dots of energy

Infuse its being, invigorate its essence.

And it rises, and breathes in

The awakening.


Gargantuan wings unfold across unending vastness

Hesitating only an instant, to fold again

Around the tiny blue marble

Held close to its heart, it lifts

And carries the memory to eternity.


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