I
His work is done – and
Slow is his pace, our Sun has
Laid himself to sleep.
II
As he, the Sun do
Sleep and held is he in night’s
Ever long embrace.
III
A sickness walks
There under her stary vial
The walking nightmare.
IV
Soulless are his eyes
With pricing gazes of cold, death
Rob you of valor.
V
From the bows of Hell
He cries out a long moan set
For his running pray.
VI
I cut you, fire
Upon you and yet still sir
You don’t bleed like me.
VII
Many names have you
But we will all know you as
This, the walking dead.
VIII
Long roads have gone by
Filled with blood and tears and lost,
Oh, how hope is gone.
IX
More hope is given
To a man far gone at sea
Then I here with you.
X
The moaning surrounds
Like fire to a coaldren
I am doom to die.
XI
Boom, bang, boom I hear
The rapping of rotting hands
Have come to get me.
XII
To be ripped apart
By tooth and nail or shall I
Pull the swift trigger.
XIII
Aye, yes better quick
As batting of an eyelash
Then torturous pain
XIV
Here as I hold you
Cold metal up to my head
Your kiss I ask for.
XV
“So this is the end.
After all you have been through
You would end like this?”
XVI
Behold it is I
But not I who stands in front
My mind is cheated.
XVII
I speak “Who are you
Specter that stand before me
Am I so far gone?”
XVIII
He “In a way, yes.
But before we continue
Please put the gun down.”
XIX
Uneven they bang
And more come to join the fray
I put the gun down.
**
He “Now that’s better.”
“But why have you come to me?”
I did say to He.
XXI
He “Do you not know?”
“I’m sorry, I don’t,” said I
Fire in his eyes.
XXII
Slowly he came forth
And raised his arms to meet me
Took hold of my head.
XXIII
“Look out there,” He said.
“Don’t forget why you still live,
Live for those in need.”
XXIV
Out upon I saw
Through the broken glass there were
The marauding dead
XXV
Bright did her light shine
Through the darkness in my soul
I thank you moonlight.
XXVI
Silhouette of face
Dry blood had clung onto her
Dead eyes unseeing
XXVII
I look behind me
And none there but the darkness
I look before me.
XXVIII
All ahead was death
But as the light has the dark
So does death have life.
XXIX
Steadfast are my hands
As I lift my arms aloft
Pointed for action.
***
Her in the crosshairs
I without hesitation
Snuffed out her candle