On the barren earth
Robbed of Sight and Purpose
He pulls himself along
To future uncertainty
Blood of Brothers
Bathe his face
Clasp to his chest
With their last Breath
Curses for the Beast
Whose foulness laid his blade
In pieces
Smells of smoke and sinew
He hears the cries
Of those who don’t know they’re Dead
Until there is a Silence
Unnatural still and sudden
He who felt nothing
Now feels Dread
With swiftness and Mercy
Is dispatched
Blade wiped across his empty chest
Beast is now Man
Naked in emotion and form
Head bowed to chest
Leaving his enemy
To the Gods who bore him
He continues on
A Solitary shape
In a wasteland of Blood and Bone
Full of Guilt
For Acts of death
Promised under solemn Vow
As morning rise gives Light
Dark remains
And stains he shall always bear
[bctt tweet=”DARK POETRY ~ Fallen by Tina McFarlane @Tina_McFarlane ” username=”theboldmom”]
