More bliss for the masses

The timid wind rolls lazily over the hills
kissing each valley with its dry, passionless admiration..
It caresses my hair as if it were my lover
And invites the sun to bathe me in its radiance..

Even the majestic trees bow and sway to its reverance..
but this day is no fond memory
As i fix my gaze upon the man dangling from a twisted branch
His half-decayed smile pointing right at me
I stare in horror at his rotted flesh, and in admiration
at his hand, for it is has somehow remained void of decay
The tattoo of a skinless eagle rests upon the succulent flesh
and its eyes follow me hungrily.
I enjoy the wind once more, and the sun's warmth
and realize that today will be my last.

Thaila@NannyMUD