A Fallen Soldier – Sachinie

One luminous beady eye glimmers through the veil of ebony velvet.
A howling breath shatters all in its path.
The lonesome figure stands out amongst the hustle.
A silhouette
against the ink-stained canvas.
Arms spread out like a bird’s.
He keeps his secrets under the roof
of his unruly green mop of hair.
Along comes the stolid wood chopper.
Blade glistening in the light.
Not a soul is hearkening.
Not a soul in sight.
He is a menace out to raze.
With a hefty swipe
he slays
the once honest ranger.
Now but a fallen soldier.