Living Myth
Darkness shatters as blood spills forth, thick into the night.
Horrid cries of death's first presence
As iron clad hooves prevent life's flight.
With ax and sickle, sword and blade the reapers make their way
The ebon shadows of four riders
Blackens out new blazened day.
A mouth falls wide to release the terror captured by the eye.
Hushed and frozen, upon useless ears
fall the horseman's smothering cry.
A haunting madness overcomes mere mortals give in to fear
Immortals hunt and rape with delight
their hands reaching through the years.
Ashes, destruction; pestilence, tears, all fall to cover the ground
blood lust, an enjoyment of death
a power to strong to be bound
Ten thousand men, mother, child have met tormented sleep.
Ten thousand regrets in a hidden heart
a legend is found to keep.
A cynic, a myth, and enigmatic soul, a heart that's learned to love.
Acceptance of predetermined fate
a blade brings the call of a dove.
(May 1997)
Death
Pulse,
convulsive tremble.
Old unaged hands withdraw steel from bowels dripping in life.
Eyes,
questioning fading gaze.
A gasp and the boy is gone.
Terror,
its true use.
His mirrored mask haunting children's sleep.
Death,
living Death.
Doing more than surviving, killing.
Courage,
yearning fading gaze.
To fight and know you'll loose.
Buried,
"Who would remember Alexa then?"
I will remember.
An immortal starts from dream laden sheets,
choking on murderous breath.
Sweat glosses chilled skin,
he draws his knees to his chest,
there feeling eternities rhythm,
straining to deafen his soul from beats of echoed memory,
refusing to forget.
(12-20-98)
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