He walks the streets,
Drunken and in despair,
His body numb from the poison
He relishes day and night.
The thought of the place kills him slowly,
The memories of the past flowing back,
Remembering the figure of the silver stag.
Remembering that she was holy.
Abandoned centuries ago,
When he was just a boy,
Who turned into a man,
Before he could experience any sort of real joy.
It stands tall and proud,
Guarding what used to be home,
Which is now ashes and ruins,
While he is racing the streets of Rome.
Forgotten,
Pushed away,
The center of a disaster,
The very forum of two deaths.
The stag still stands,
Hope in its posture,
Of the young master to return,
Begging to be remembered.
At the sound of her name he breaks,
All his armor stripped from him like fire,
But at the mention of the stag,
When asked Skyfall, he answers done.
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PoetryPoems accompanying my James Bond story: Casino Royale Vesper Lynd, and other Bond films/books. Most of them revolve around Bond's narrative. Feel free to request one for a specific character or film era (aka Casino Royale, Skyfall, Quantum of Solace...
