Come to me, you wild beast, You whirling storm of beauty Battered, scarred, bruised and teased You grew beyond majesty Wide, cold skies weep for you In pain, relief and sorrow Rage rumbles, deep and true No gods will reign tomorrow Nor hold you trapped in caves Where man’s faithless, dank pride grips Where the ceaseless lie staves Off a small apocalypse Come, fly free, fly stronger You’ve broken stone and cruel fate Breed your courage longer Your kind, for you, yet await Quarter Crazy Marathon Quarter 3 - 2020 Prompt 6 - 2pm EST Prompt #6: Picture Prompt