Color left the world
The Sun nothing more than lethargic photons
Refusing to don Ra’s robe of glory
Ignoring Apollo’s urgent plea’s
smirking with disdain
Revealing the carcasses of the world
In dim twilight
I arrive at the appointed place
I stroll amid the rubble
Amid the bodies of suicides and doomed love
It is the place dreams go to die
He flickers into existence
A tall creature
All in black
Raven hair pasted against ghostly white skin
Eyes of fire with teeth that would rend the world.
His hated
Offends me
Always surprises me
It washes over me like waves of crawling maggots
I stagger
He would have me sink to the earth
And offer my throat in submission
There is an ember that always burns in me
Faint, yet insistent
It demands me to KNOW the truth of it
Despite evidence to the contrary
It screams that there is an essential
Dignity to us all.
I will not put words to it
Cheapen it with approximation
Some things are beyond even the poet, the writer, the musician, the painter
Perhaps it’s the smile of a child dying of cancer
Telling his Mother not to cry
That God will take care of him.
The single parent
Sacrificing their life for their child’s
The total stranger running into a building
To save the life of a complete stranger
The warrior using his body to shield
The man beside him
Dying in the process.
It is seldom seen
But when it reveals itself
It blazes like newly birthed Suns
Piercing the dark night of hatred, revenge, greed, self love, advantage.
But it’s there.
I know it
But I had little time for nobility
We circle each other
Two aged adversaries
Long locked in battle
intimately familiar
With the clash of sword
He cocked his head
Waiting for the ritual to begin anew
I smiled and oblige
“Let’s dance mother fucker”
Tags: Battle, demons, good vs evil, magic
didn’t I just leave a comment for this? hmm… let me know if I didn’t…
Age old struggle good vs evil, right vs wrong, quaismodo vs mia *winks* Brillant write my love, absolutely brillant! The things that come from your mind scare and intrigue me all at the same time, what I wouldn’t give for a day or two to simply explore what lies hidden inside quaismodo’s mind ;o)
You really like to fuck with my head don’t ya Para. Getting all existential on me. Well, technically you did just leave a comment which is the one I just read. Now if you are asking me if you left another comment, I can’t answer as I lack the necessary empirical evidence to affirm or deny. Reminds me of the old George Carlin Joke,
“Do you know what time it is?“
“Now? or when you asked? this shits moving Ruth”
lmao… yeah, well, I typed a comment but I must not have hit submit before I was off and running somewhere else.
Then I thought… is Quas making his comments set to be read before they post? IDK!
SHEEEEESHSHSHS!
Ah well… you know I like when you write all mean and determined like this. I guess I didn’t have anything else of real substance to add.
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