09-29-2017, 10:46 PM
THANA.
(as black as your soul)
Clastic silt – so unlike the integrative stone of old,
Wind-blown dust, carry me home.
Wraith, he comes for me, a scythe sharpened with glee –
With spindly hands and iron grip to hold,
A sordid life, I scold.
Architecture – cathedral of limestone, stark and white,
A relic of what one was - a place of honor, of valor,
therein lie the fearless archer,
under a cruel star, dying –
(the fallen - weak, and selfish)
– vision as black as night.
Honor –
– no more.
Dying, bleeding, broken -
Upon the blackened sea and sand I lay,
Briny sea of Scandinavia, of Scotland (of Spain), of yore,
Nothing truly matters any more.
Two horses from one land, for one year of Beqanna captivity (2 RL months) in Sylva.
Wind-blown dust, carry me home.
Wraith, he comes for me, a scythe sharpened with glee –
With spindly hands and iron grip to hold,
A sordid life, I scold.
Architecture – cathedral of limestone, stark and white,
A relic of what one was - a place of honor, of valor,
therein lie the fearless archer,
under a cruel star, dying –
(the fallen - weak, and selfish)
– vision as black as night.
Honor –
– no more.
Dying, bleeding, broken -
Upon the blackened sea and sand I lay,
Briny sea of Scandinavia, of Scotland (of Spain), of yore,
Nothing truly matters any more.
Two horses from one land, for one year of Beqanna captivity (2 RL months) in Sylva.