Anton and the Expanse

A Continuation of "Anton in the World"

Though the flames
Licked burning scars into his legs,
Anton walked on.
He did not rush,
Nor did he linger.

His feet knew the speed
At which they should go.
They seemed to know
Any other rate was Adora’s doom.

“Please,”
The Angel cried.
“You must go.
Even now, it mightn’t be too late.”

Without a word
Anton marched on.
For that was what his feet were doing.
They raised and stomped
On the hellish coals.
They marched toward the love of his life.

No sense came to Anton.
Not the burning of his feet,
Nor the stench of putrid death.

The only thing Anton would allow
To come to him from this hellish expanse
Was Adora’s voice.

Her sobs crushed his heart,
But when she spoke,
Even her warnings,
He felt his body react to the sweet sound.

He would not go back.
Here was the woman he loved.
Nothing would stop him from
Getting to her.