A Lasting Impression

The time has come to gather round
And listen to the holy sound
The vibrant hum of life's begin
Has stirred thy hunger deep within

On foot we trek across the land
And come to stop upon the sand
Now here we are at journey's end
With hopes to find a lifelong friend

A pause, a stir, and then a crack
A pair of wings upon thou back
The first to rise, thou must assess
The candidate whom you've impressed

One by one each makes his way
And picks one out from the array
With joyful shrieks and happy cries
Each man deemed worthy wins his prize

Another hatchling hath impressed
And picked his other from the rest
The happy pair doth leave the throng
Each hath found where he belongs

And now the hatching comes to close
Yet I still stand amongst the rows
As horror seeps into my mind
Reality doth make me blind

I've not impressed.

Today a girl now sleeps in hell.
Her name is none but Vourielle.