The Balance of the Future
Inspiration hits with a flash, stories written on the go. A rumble of laughter and the tale is heard only in echoes. The wind blows me in a new direction. Whom shall I visit next?
The Future beckons, claws held wide.
I stumble forward, terrified.
The line etched in the granite floor's
A precipice; a fool ignores
Such limits to one's path but once:
"THE END" to Stories of a Dunce.
The Yearly Creature's gaze holds mine
I shamble nearer to the Line.
Without volition, I approach
The dripping pincers; I encroach
Upon the altar of the beast.
It hungers most and fears the least.
"Your time has come, decrepit girl!
"Now! O'er the brink! I'll see you twirl!"
I brace myself and with one final
Step, no more, the bound'ry line'll
Be breached. I pause. We're eye to eye,
And I am staunch. Is't fear I spy?
"We meet again! I'll take the plunge,
"If you can catch me!" Here I lunge,
My counterbalance strikes his knee.
The beastie staggers. Cudgel smacks
Against its breastplate. Future lacks
A sense of balance, teeters there
Betwixt the stone line and the air.
"I know I've got it! I proclaim,
"No future's coming; you can blame
"The Warrior Anna: Me!" I shout;
Then all tomorrows are snuft out.
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