The abandoned

The war general in politics of persuasion cast his decree I was left to be trampled they marched East behind their nonchalant receding forms a devil dust engulfed me, the callousness of a henchman awaiting payday a nuanced miniature, a caricature of savagery before long the master- a hellbent- sandstorm roared banishing the sun dauntlessly unravelling- the blind man's dearest portrait, alas- a hue of velvet black a battle of breathing underwater choleric was my will I forged on dragon's breath pain my numbing shield against the unbending adversary his force dented the metal resilient were its atoms then daybreak my silhouette a phoenix their mouths agape a comical abyss they wave gingerly a white flag in their trembling hands as if the earth stood still me, at the epicentre I gift them my melancholic departure eastbound towards the land they once ached to reach