Ralph
His hair like the tangled vines
His body tanned and golden
A boy the children saw fit as leader
A boy the children saw hope in
After all, it was him who held the conch
The golden outline of him
as he sat on the colossal log mesmerized
He gazed down on them
as Angel overlooked the Earth
Distracted, yet determined
Smoke in the distance
yet no smoke on the peak
Gasping for air as he reached the beacon
which has long extinguished
The fearsome eyes
lingered on the approaching hunters
Surrounded by savages
in an uncivilized world.
He gave in
Shirt no longer on torso,
hair no longer fair.
Alas, the descent into madness.
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