The Summer Crickets Call

[jadxia]

I am one step into the abyss,
futher than I should be.
I am one proud, last fist,
shaken as arrows pierce me.

I am one note overdrawn,
tearing the poignant silence.
I am the last falling general's pawn
that could have raised the pennant.

I am timing,
I am risk,
I am battle lines withdrawn.
I am floating
the abyss,
the piercing arrows pin the pawn.

I am calling in the silence.
I am whispering in the dawn.
The one note overflowing
past the summer cricket's song.