A hiss punctuates the air,
the sound of steel clashing,
as broadsword meets armour,
the blinding pain,
screams saturate the air,
and the ground
never felt so hard nor cold,
as the blade meets flesh
cleaving a gash through the neck
and sanguin rain bathes the day once more.
Impassionately it coalesced,
the essence of a life that once was,
the volatile will of a man
tamed by the doggedness of Nature,
set free to roam the wilds of destiny,
experiencing how to die in a dream,
and it took flight,
never pausing to look back
at the husk of what it once was.
Over colossal smoking mountains
draped royally in parsley clouds,
an oscillating crescent moon be-spies
the essence with purpose endowed.
Through the vales of mystical mist,
from its fated path it never veers,
until upon the crooked dark horizon
a silver ship calls as it appears.
Deep in the heart of the sunset
tender patches of light shout Hail!
An invitation to fade into the stars,
a journey began as the ship sets sail.
Gliding serene on a placid sea,
on course for the hole in the skies,
main sail billowing with no wind
charting the voyages of the wise.
Swallowed up by the swirling void,
creeping the portal of time and space,
the oscillating moon is now pregnant full
standing coldly over another place.
The bell of eternity rings out a signal,
a home for those who will endeavour,
the welcoming bosom of infinities cuddle,
tracing destiny for those Gone Forever.
© Pagan Paul (12/03/18)