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An Empty Bottle

Here is an empty bottle,
Full of empty promises
and empty, hollow words,
Full of nothing but air
and the silence of space,

Here is an empty bottle,
Yet it has more potential
than any other bottle,
Just think of all the things
that could go into it,

Here is an empty bottle,
Overflowing with purpose,
Ready and ever willing to
serve a greater duty and
contain the stuff of man.

BY: Hegemony

 

Winter Stag

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Snowflakes drifting aimlessly towards earth,
The frigid north wind howling and moaning,
Bleak mountain valleys under a dull gray sky,
The land locked down under Winter’s grasp,

Over snow-covered land, there trots a stag,
His antlers gleaming under a cover of frost,
Meandering about, he searches for his food,
Ears alert, vapor billowing from his nostrils,

Softened snow crunching beneath his hooves,
Small snowflakes clinging to his thickened fur,
Eyes darting back and forth in search of danger,
For he wanders these cold, rugged hills alone,

And yet there is a bright, feisty look in his eyes,
This stag is proud of his fine and sharp antlers,
He carries his head held high with great pride,
Even as the distant howl of a grey wolf is heard,

He freezes and listens, his hubris utterly shattered,
The mighty mountains are home to fierce hunters,
Then another howl, this time a little bit closer,
He sees the wolf pack upon a distant hillside,

The stag leaps into action, bounding over snow,
Darting his way ‘cross the land like a phantom,
Bobbing and weaving through trees like a needle,
The chilled air burning its way through his lungs,

Far behind him the howls grow ever fainter,
Still he runs at full speed to make his escape,
Hooves digging in to find the faintest traction,
Nimble and flighty, both agile and swift,

Breaking out from the wooded treeline in a flash,
Eyes surveying the frozen valley laid before him,
The red deer ponders a winter-locked landscape,
A winter stag wandering whichever way he wants.

BY:Hegemony