Tag: time

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

Rust if Time

Rust if Time

rust
clinging at my eyes
eating away
as I linger in space
not moving, but time
a gentle breeze
passing through my ears
un seen in passage
yet it collects in that rust
blinding me
the world gone black
a void hovers in my mind.

alas I can see,
to my horror,
I can see.

age has settled on those lost
in a carried breeze,
lofted away upon sands
slowly buried
until they suffocate
cries muffled.

rust
it corrods me
joints locked in agony.

sight is pain,
sound is pain
as those I once cherished 
erode from a breeze
that doesn't affect me.

those horrible screams
all night, I hear them
as they anguish from
dark swirls of void
in which they twirl
agonies as they die.

rust
in my lungs
breathing is a chore
but I must endure
to witness hell 
as into me is bored
the script enacted
of a tragedy old.

or new,
time has become irrelevant
suffering inevitable
and in my torture
I learned.

pain is the 5th plane
perpendicular with time,
parallel with mine,
I sit on the axis.

and with the close of my eyes
time dies in the cold, vast void
where I lie for...
why nothing remains.

6/10/23

Statue to Time

Statue to Time

green, mossy covered stone
dulled grey statue to time
stand alone, yet amongst
the copse of grand trees
a forest forever on the edge
of silence.

to travel under passes
and over ancient bridges
the land then opens upon
a vast visual of brown bark
and green leaf.

seeking out the stone
coming very far from home
only to discover, that
this statue is naught
but rock.

2/15/22 – Andy McRae

In Madness, No Time

In Madness, No Time

They come in through the holes
	in the walls 
They torment me so, in my dreams
	I am awake, shake me not
	I might brake
In the light, I see darkness
	in escapable pits, despair!
	alas, I am down there
Lo, I am forsaken by them all
	the ones to guide me to the hall
Bright the lights in my eye
	yet all I see is dim
	visions of nigh
Written on the walls
	in orange dotted lines
In madness 
	no time

10/18/21 – Andy McRae

Watching Seconds

Watching Seconds 

Staring at the clock, watching seconds tick
Waiting all the while, feeling myself decay
Like words written on paper, that turns brown
Only to fade away, tatter, and disintegrate
Feeling the wind on my neck, in my hair
Telling me that it is time to move on
Time to pick up, pack up and set sail
Staring at the clock watching seconds tick
Waiting all the while, knowing I avoid
A life that awaits me beyond, it's not long
Before I shall find myself out of time
My clock unwound, my mind unsound
And nowhere to go, for I locked all the doors. 

6/8/21 - Andy McRae