The Stained Blade

The Stained Blade

she weeps with a sword in hand, for soon the hour will chime
hands will turn and a death will come far too early.

dressed in dark robes, they circle around the nude woman
with not but a great sword, ready to cleave the soul
of the damned man she swore to save
now she must shave away his head
to make the one she loved a member of the dead.

tick, tock, tick, tock
time winding down, she mourns the sound.

then the chime, the fall, head severed by fate.

the stained blade clatters on the floor
as a dagger is formed out of the air
committed a deed she cannot bear
with tears in her eyes of blue skies
she rises an arm once more
with a swing and a stab
now more gore.

a naked form topples over,
two bodies bleed
ravenously does the circle feed.

7/14/24

CONNECTION

connection

i pass by the lonely one with the sky cast in her eye.
days pass by, only elements will change, the story is the same.
cycle through dresses, in the winter, coats, never that look.
wonder lost eye, lacking the luster of the reflected sky.
i can see a smile hidden beyond stone, carved by pain.

one day, in the rain, her eyes in flames, pouring as the rain.
cold touches hearts when the chill water puddles at drains.
i can feel her pain, a sudden connection of telepathy tethers.
her to me, me to her, we panic without sound, in rain so loud.
to raise faces, to catch eyes, to strangers with their own lies.

to ourselves, we say, many things that must never reach parlay.
thus we did parlay, in a moment we felt each other in ways.
my anxiety over dead that lie, and her, the broken days.
eyes, the mixture of a rainy sky and opals rolled in rivers.
in the moment that passed, she looked away and continued.

into another day of hatred and lies, we both disguise.
words that must be said, words with power.
i never saw the sky again.
will this rain never end.
it will when.

the sun rise returns in reflection.

7/7/24