Final Thoughts

This poem was first published in the February, 2000 issue of Fantasy, Folklore & Fairytales. It is protected by copyright.

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Final Thoughts

He is coming for me, the knight upon his steed.
He will be the last one.
So many came before...
To fight.
To die.
A thousand years I have lived.
Soaring, wheeling, hunting, killing.
Cascades of fiery breath scorching the land.
Days of glory, long ago.
But I tire.
Ancient, but not immortal.
Weakness invades my core.
My flame is but a flicker of the past.
I shall fail.
I shall die.
This knight, no different from the rest, yet a hero.
A thousand years.
A seeming eternity.
In the end, it is nothing.
I lay here, dreaming of youth.
To fly high, sun-warmed wings outstretched.
To dive, belching death upon my prey.
Never again.
Even I, the oldest of the old, must face death.
It is my turn to die.
The knight is here.