The wind no longer carries my name.
The howls and hoots are silent.
Dawn lay still, thick covered in bloodied snow.
An age has passed.
The whispering trees no longer spy.
No foul nor fear to speak of.
The holds and comforts of Entropy.
Like a lovers embrace.
The roads no longer bare witness.
For muddied boots now idle lay.
Time is a symptom, life the disease.
No breath is cure.
Death is a door.
I reach for with both hands.
Evermore, she carries shards of his heart
ReplyDeleteBloodied hands flinching at each new cut
His aches pressed against her fingertips
As he lay resting in the hands of Entropy.
Tissue swelling around her bones
The oceans welling in her eyes
Death belling in her ears
Her silent aggression quelling the call of Hell.
Perhaps she stood within the doorframe
Guarding him with the love of God
Fragments of his torture finding comfort in her arms
His struggling grip on life nipping at her skirt.
Though his thoughts linger towards darkness
He knows God & God knows him
However scarred & broken his body
His spirit remains radiant.
She knows the feeling of his absence
Before Death even whispered his name
So when it comes to knock at his door
She will take one more look at me in the mirror..
And I will answer.