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Altar of the Eagle King

Soft rhythmic ticking of a mechanical heart, You scream for silence, But she ticks on. You stand still, Bathing in the winter sun, Burning in the blinding snow, Which way do we go? Which route do we take. It's a straight shot to the other side from here, Formless spirits tempt you with dreams. Break enough rules, And they will crown you Eagle King, Soaring above the common man, In self appointed wings, You watch everything, You look down upon the lesser flightless creatures. Dust covered unopened books fill up the library, Once a prospering civilization, They have been reduced to brainwashed moths, They go where the light takes them. Watchful eyes cover the walls of this city, Every movement tracked, Every voice heard, Everyone watched. The night offers the promise of freedom, Climb the wall and escape, The world is new, The world is you. Three hundred miles away, Your bloody feet leave a trail, The vultures are waiting. Feast your eyes on the magic of a new power, A golden city with candles afloat, Sand haired women with velvet dresses Watch you from across the street, You're a stranger among them, Prepare your eyes for the fall of life, They hold a banquet To celebrate the meeting of the wolf and man, It starts to pour as they touch. Unanswered prayers hum in the air, Suspended on the strings of doubt, They have been returned to the sender. Across the firepit, Six sick savages mock the fiddler, The music stops, words are exchanged, And there's blood. Six shades of red fluid, Creeping slowly to fuel the fire that stares. I've had enough. I retire to my tent and someone's waiting, I am the eagle king, Her red hair paints the sheets red, My thoughts go back to the six shades I witnessed moments ago. There's a murderer on the loose, I didn't ask for this. Set off into the night Towards the temples of the East, I may find my peace, In a little corner of the marble city, Bow down to the idols like sheep in the crowd, The blade comes swiftly, I felt no pain. The sacrifice has been made, There's no more waiting now, You'll have your answer in the mail tomorrow.
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Written by
maharshi-bhattacharya
Indian
Published
Dec 10, 2013
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