Under-standard again. In a rush, sorry. Will make the A/N more detailed next time.
.- In the Cabin -.
I can't really describe what I'm feeling now.
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Fear?
As I hear, helpless, the screams and roars above,
Heart filled with a blazing frenzy of fear,
Terror, freezing terror, at the thought
That it could have been me up there?
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Dizziness?
From imagining all the blood being spilled on wood,
The pain of yellow fangs digging deep like daggers,
The maimed, disfigured bodies of the ones
Whom the disembodied screams belong to?
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Hope?
That perhaps their redemption will appear,
That in their moments of dying despair will come one,
Strong enough to destroy the monsters with a bright arrow
Or save their souls with a flash of steel?
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Wariness?
Of every movement, every stiff indrawn breath around me
All not daring to move in the dim lamplight
For stunned fear that the tiniest sound
Might betray our presence to the storm above?
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Belief?
In the golden lucky charm on my wrist and neck
In that thin steel door at the dim exit,
The only barrier between safety, and the darkness outside
That it may hold out, at least till the end of the ride?
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Thankfulness?
That I found safety from the winds and the beasts,
That I am still alive and breathing,
That I'm not up there, on the path to death,
That it's someone else, and not me?
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Or regret?
Regret, for everything that could have happened instead
For the fact that such terror exists in our world
For the innocent and unknowing about to die,
For having safety, while another stands at the edge of death?
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I can't really describe what I'm feeling now
As the screams succumb to final darkness
And the wingbeats soar away above us all
Not in words, that is—
A riot of emotions that leaves me feeling just one thing—
Gratefulness for my life.
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