Nihilist

Off they go

The thump, thump, thumps

Of the helicopter blades spinning

With a violent speed

Slicing the raindrops and piercing with the thunder

Giving sight those who watch it leave the pad

Rising slowly and pushing against the storm

Until it is seen as nothing more

Than a faded red light

Blinking with the beat of her heart

To fly up and into the clouds

The collected ash of the past

The faded smoke to the burning ice

And fly above the rain

To reach the stars

To get lost

And float

against the shadowed hand of time

And never to be seen again

Until the next dawn arrives

Spreading an aurora into the skies

An eulogy to a celestial passing

And reveals the blossomed flowers under ice

Next to the debris of fallen metal

Where the ocean shores

Aren't able to reach