Now is the time;
sun set,
sun rise,
it doesn’t matter.
Take what care you need;
only what you need.
Only what will keep you alive
and strong
and human.
It is time to go.
This place has become death.
A mortuary,
stripped of all nurturing secrets.
Drained down;
dead and poisoned.
Corrupted
by our ravenous disregard.
Tie up your hair.
Wear your gloves.
Trust me,
you’ll need to protect your hands.
One deep cut,
or broken finger
means you can’t fight
and I have told you truly;
where we are going,
there will be fighting.
Survival is a war.
War is life,
and victory,
survival.
Load up on the provisions
we have saved until this day
and ready your weapon,
like I taught you.
Ready your mind first,
that’s your best defense.
Danger will find us,
but as long as we keep fear at bay,
we have an advantage.
Quietly now,
out into the new dawn twilight.
We will travel swiftly,
but cautiously.
The familiar roads
are not what they were before
and those whom we meet upon them
may have shed their humanity
for a monster’s mind.
Take heart,
our destination for today
will only be tomorrow.
As many tomorrows as we can win
from this scarred and broken world.
Trust me;
one quick embrace,
I look into your eyes
and you are ready.
Let’s move, now,
before we lose our window.
out into this insane world.
Forsaken,
but not abandoned.
Ravaged,
but not yet dead.
HG – 2017
