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My breath caught, frozen in July Summer's heat, couldn't draw near Such was the sight, broken before me Crouching, ******* the earth The town broken, lay before me Radiated in charcoal end, smoking embers Centered around, spoked out Once standing proud, a church Only its brass cross now, tombstoned Precious packaged, I circled Searching for life, not charred remains Either eluded me, ash rained I crept, grey cloaked and hidden Strange stories, whispered on mens lips In homes lit brighter, the night seemed darker Far East, something had risen Had cast of ill formed shells, shrugged Minds and bodies, bent strange My destination, unsurvived This brimstone eruption, complete Little but a frame, withered home Sifting through wreckage, human and debris The hand was there, stiff and curled Wearing the ring, but not a ring Sawn, not touched The hand, with me As well, the ring In its place, less burdened The package, placed Payment for, left handed thief Spending moments, no less I sought the church, devoid of life Additional promise, hidden away It's timber splintered, crushing Burned from within, cries on the wind Its doors had been barred, broken in Protecting souls, blacken, wooden and thin Strange symbols, golden jeweled, silver skinned The Hanging God, crucified and crowned Such as gods may, none were saved Children, babies and mothers alike All tortured by flame, fire Treasure, reburied in hold Leather bound, and square And the thief, hand ring I redonned cloak, boot and stick Wrapped in grey, clinging to shadow With twightlite falling, sped foot Far from this place, burned to soot Too many human, blooded and torn But most haste, those dead and unhuman I watched close the shadowed, deep Fearing to be followed, more; unsleep Seeking to deliver unholy, but my soul keep
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Feb 23, 2016
Feb 23, 2016 at 7:20 PM UTC
A Place Aside
My breath caught, frozen in July Summer's heat, couldn't draw near Such was the sight, broken before me Crouching, ******* the earth The town broken, lay before me Radiated in charcoal end, smoking embers Centered around, spoked out Once standing proud, a church Only its brass cross now, tombstoned Precious packaged, I circled Searching for life, not charred remains Either eluded me, ash rained I crept, grey cloaked and hidden Strange stories, whispered on mens lips In homes lit brighter, the night seemed darker Far East, something had risen Had cast of ill formed shells, shrugged Minds and bodies, bent strange My destination, unsurvived This brimstone eruption, complete Little but a frame, withered home Sifting through wreckage, human and debris The hand was there, stiff and curled Wearing the ring, but not a ring Sawn, not touched The hand, with me As well, the ring In its place, less burdened The package, placed Payment for, left handed thief Spending moments, no less I sought the church, devoid of life Additional promise, hidden away It's timber splintered, crushing Burned from within, cries on the wind Its doors had been barred, broken in Protecting souls, blacken, wooden and thin Strange symbols, golden jeweled, silver skinned The Hanging God, crucified and crowned Such as gods may, none were saved Children, babies and mothers alike All tortured by flame, fire Treasure, reburied in hold Leather bound, and square And the thief, hand ring I redonned cloak, boot and stick Wrapped in grey, clinging to shadow With twightlite falling, sped foot Far from this place, burned to soot Too many human, blooded and torn But most haste, those dead and unhuman I watched close the shadowed, deep Fearing to be followed, more; unsleep Seeking to deliver unholy, but my soul keep
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Feb 23, 2016
Feb 23, 2016 at 7:20 PM UTC
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