24/06/2024
In the neon glow of future's stream,
A warrior falls, a silent scream.
Metal wings, once soaring high,
Now submerged, as circuits fry.
Black hair flows, a darkened tide,
Against the current, she cannot hide.
Hands reach out, a desperate plea,
For a grip, a hold, in the binary sea.
Sinking slowly in the digital river,
her LED heart begins to quiver.
Memories flash, a rapid swirl,
of the winged woman, the cyber girl.
In the depths, where light cascades,
her struggle fades in the aquatic shades.
Yet in this future, where hope seems dim,
a gloved hand reaches out for her limb.
A rescue from the silicon water,
for the motherboard's wayward daughter.
She rises again, her spirit rebooted,
in the river's song, forever rooted.
~Bobby Vee, 24 June, 2024
