The Beast With Two Backs: 2

A hill he topped

the valley afore him his gaze he set

it wondered over untamed forest

jungle thick, unbreached

unexplored those far southern reaches.

It skimmed past hard fields

furrowed by the farmer’s till

softened by the spring rain

a breeze, gentle, blew

heather, daisies, mud and moss

his nostrils savoured.

It is upon two twin cities

twin towers centred

that his gaze rested.

On twin mounds they lay

above tilled plains

twin beacons that beckoned


moth to flame, he made haste.


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