A/N: Written for
Diversity Writing Challenge, a8 - exactly 100 words poem
Becoming the Tamer King Challenge, Data Forest task
Screeching and Singing
I await the moment we stand together.
I await the moment our locked blades sing
instead of screech of power
against power – and they screech that now, as our blades
cross and lock. Your eyes screech
that too, though how I wish they would not.
Still, I can see that turmoil too. You realise your deficit
and you ask, but no-one on this world or off it can answer
with words alone, and there is no stage yet to show you.
Perhaps one day, the answer will shine on a battlefield,
your battlefield, and then…
We'll stand beside each other