A Bridge Ablaze - Schammasch

Carefully did she choose

Where her feet would gain further ground

Each step an extension of the idea

Behind the symbolical trumpet

Behind her, closely, a growing trail of golden flames

Ready to consume the bridge, that was just being crossed

By her who commands both dawn and dusk, in its entirety

Leaving but a skeleton of stone

Upon reaching the end said bridge, now groaning

Under the pressure of impending death, she turns her head

For one last view of, not the piece of work that is about

To face its certain end, but the land that lies behind it

And for just one second

A gleam of content flashes up in her eyes

And so she marches on